It was Christmas Day night in Iraq. At the home base of the Screaming Eagles, the sun was breaking and reflecting in the Cumberland River. The familie...s of the 101st Airborne were waking in their homes near Fort Campbell to the cries of delight from the gifts Santa had brought. They would all be aware of the empty place at the table. Many would go ahead and set a place for their solider. In Baghdad, the Army had treated the Screaming Eagles to turkey and ham and a concert. The food had not been. .swallow all of that big black cock, bitch. Damn! Daddy likes that. Now get Daddy good and hard so Daddy can pound that ass of yours..."You reach across me and slide your hand down my pants and start rubbing my ass and finger fucking me while I go to work blowing that beautiful, black cock of yours....I am sliding my mouth up and down your cock at a furious pace while you feel me wiggling my ass as you have worked 3 fingers into me. Hearing me moan, you say"Like that, bitch? Like Daddy's. .. three hundred pound thirteen year old? He liked to eat far more than anything. Where would he go?Mom no longer wanted the Burger 65; it had memories ... too recent ... of her folly."She's a beautiful boat ... you wouldn't think of selling her, would you?"The asking man was a beautifully slender grey-headed older fella from Chicago ... something to do with meat packing and railroads ... old money ... as old as a midwesterner's money could get."She belongs to the boy," Mom said.Wearing my. I could use a body rub...I have been working really hard on my thesis and am quite fatigued. I wish I could come. :( I am just very serious about respecting other women and their relationships, even if I don't know them."The additional detail in her note revealed a deepening curiosity. Expecting nothing more than e-mails - which I knew would end if I offended her or she simply lost interest - I pressed on just for fun. Plus, because I live my work life at a keyboard creating stories for a.