I just read about anotherPregnant sailor. WhyAren't we issuing condomsTo women butch enoughTo fuck military men?I just watched Rambo againAnd I know ...how it must end,A rifle in hand, a grenadeHidden in her sex, a commandTo scatter balls and brains.His dog tags will tell us,If there's not DNA enoughLeft in his remains,Which bitch he wasAnd which outfit'sPatch he wore.ACROSS HIS GIRLY BEDHe looks sexy,Shirtless in bed,With his hairy legsExposed, a teddy bearHeld against his breastsAnd dolls on. He needed key advisors to keep him from handing over the continent the way he did the first time.So much had changed since the universe dropped me on Hawaii to alter the outcome of Pearl Harbor that it was impossible to keep up. FDR died in April of nineteen-forty five just like last time and Truman stepped in and undid almost every single positive thing we’d accomplished since I was sent back. His concept of foreign relations resembled the work of a convenience store owner, in a bad. “Ready for a fuck!” I replied. “Ha ha ha. I just wanted to look sexy and see how men respond to it and your answer tells me that I should get what I expect. A lot of teasing.”“Be careful lady we are treading on a new and probably slippery ground,” I replied. As we got ready, I called John, they were ready too and we came out to the building lobby. John and Jane also come and both were looking very sexy. John blew a whistle.“Look what we’ve got here honey!” John and Jane were both looking at. As I rammed my cock deep inside her it almost felt like I was moving her organs, reaching back she placed her hand at the entrance of her pussy, slowly she pulled herself off of my monsterous length, her legs feel wobbly as she stood up, keeping her hand wrapped on my length, she could tell how much I had inside her by how much of my cock glistened from her juices, she couldn't believe her eyes when she realized it was at least close to 9 inches, maybe a few inches off, and this turned her, so.