"Afghanistan?" Scott asked."Any of it, the war or the Marines. Were you scared?"Scott looked at Ed, but Ed was looking out the passenger side window."...Sure, I was scared. Been crazy not to be." What about when you were wounded?" I was too busy at the time to think about it. Afterward, I was mad." You think I could have been a Marine?" Ed asked."If you'd wanted it bad enough, sure. You're not thinking of joining are you?" No," Ed replied. "Been thinking is all." You know you can talk to me about. Tony's pretty busy, but he fitted us in as long as we're early."Perhaps because Emma had never really been in the dating and mating scene, she was showered, dressed, and sashaying back into the room in little more than forty minutes. Of course, her short, dark, curly hair needed little attention to be, well, natural, and Emma knew I didn't care much for cosmetics. She was slim, lithe and beautiful just as she was. She was wearing a dark red dress that I thought suited her very well; it. Tuesdays, though — "Tuesdays with Allie," I called them — were different. The mayor had a peculiar habit of scheduling press conferences for noon on Tuesdays, probably just so he could jerk around the reporters that covered city hall. Dan's absence meant that Allie and I could spend the entire lunch hour trashing the latest American Idol winner, solving the world's problems, and chatting about life in general."Of course they're normal," Allison said with a laugh. "Everything I do is normal." As. I smiled back at him before slowly turning around and arching my back whilst pushing my ass in the air. Placing both hands on my butt cheeks and spreading the the firm flesh to reveal my well fucked pussy and gaping just fucked ass. Hubby moaned softly as I giggled and said. “I’ve been a very slut tonight! I’ve let a strange man stick his cock in my mouth, then my shaved pussy and finally he fucked my ass. Filling every hole with his delicious spunk and I fucking loved being his slut!” Said in.