.. with alittle girl's... tiny... and delicate... balled up... little whitefist... and you actually hit Him... in the chest... while He laughs atyou...... because it doesn't even hurt... "thanks fo' duh love tap... whitebitch... Ahh lacks mee uhh liddle fo'play ennyway"... as the inmatestanding behind you... simply closes His thick and hairy forearm...around your neck... while you writhe... and squirm... and kick... evenkicking out... at the shins of the other two men... in front of you...and to. He is so eaten up with his career. I don't think I will ever be as important to him as his precious career." I see. Well it's a fact of military life. I mean you are either married to your career or you get passed over for someone who is. It's a hard life and I'm glad I'm away from it. It won't get any better for you. Here at least he can come home every night, when he gets assigned to sea duty he will be gone for six to nine months out of every year and like this when he is home. It doesn't. Normally I would be elated with new equipment, but knowing the reason behind getting this stuff put a damper on my enthusiasm. Okay, this stuff is very high tech. Everything is in HD and capable of shooting in extreme low light conditions. Theyre all wireless video so you can watch and hear everything going on right on your computer in real time. Theyre also activated by motion detectors so they only start when there is some movement. Theyre all hidden in these things. Heres a desk clock you. With all the emotions running through me, it wasn’t enough. I fused my mouth with his, pressing my body against his. I love the feeling of his hard strength against my soft curves. We both know we need to stop but neither of us can. As our tongues touch, he presses my back against the car, trying to touch any part of me he can, his hands clawing at my sweater. My nipples beg to be touched but I have on too many layers. He kisses my neck while I’m plastered to the car and I let a moan slip out..