His long, thin braids trailed neatly down the back of his head, dangling behind him and to both sides of his upper chest. He enjoyed the “tough guy�...�� look the style afforded him. If he was honest, it was also a way to compensate for his barely average height. Regardless, he made sure the braids were well groomed at all times. It was hard enough for a black man to get ahead in the world without creating obstacles for himself and he considered a neat appearance to be paramount.After high school. My wife looked tired, snoring in the passenger seat.Anita suddenly woke up, asking me to stop at any rest place.Once there, my sexy wife got off the car, asking me to follow her. She whispered she was so fucking horny that night…So I followed her swaying sexy hips and fucked Ana in one of the stalls in the ladies’ room. It was pretty cool, especially with other women coming in and out of the restroom the whole time. We could hear them doing their business and talking to each other.After we were. I sat next to Colly Flowers, a sergeant in The Mercian Regiment. He was a Para-trained man, and a person I had taken an instant liking to when I had met the rest of the mortar training team. He had a broad Brummie accent— well no, he wasn't actually from Birmingham but from Wednesbury, which is only a kick up the arse away, but has a distinctly different accent than that of Birmingham, or so Colly assured me. You would have to be a native of the area to recognise the difference. He was of mixed. It was finally time. Their first training session with Grace involved some basic tests to determine how strong they presently were. Grace was aware that regarding martial techniques and energy cultivation, there wasn’t much she could help then with. Instead, she was here to cultivate their battle experience.For starters, she allowed them to sit in and watch some sparring between the disciples she brought with her. This way they could get an idea of what battle between cultivators was truly.