Speaking of prison, don’t forget, much in the way of someone serving a 30-year prison sentence, not that the Marine Corps was prison but, longer bei...ng in than being out, I was in the Corps for 30 years of my life. That drill, that discipline, and taking orders is the only routine that I know. The Corps was my home and my good buddies were my family. I always had a buddy to watch my back and never a woman. ‘I understand. Being retired from the Marines must be a big change for you,’ she said. 7ft tall, round face with big eyes nice lips with figure 38,28,38 I got a flashy hips and have very beautiful feet now straight to story Ramu told me his simple words and went and I started to think I called Neha and told her all about she said don’t think just call him and enjoy At 7 I came downstairs to have my dinner but still thinking then I finally decided to go aheadAfter the maids gone I lock door always but today I did not just shut the door and came to my bed room I was still in jeans. His cock ached as he looked at her perfect feet, he wanted to kneel and lick between her toes while she had the sandals on. He knew that she knew exactly what he wanted and that she was teasing him when she wiggled her toes in the sandals. "Please baby", he begged as he adjusted him massive hardon in his shorts. She smiled and lifted a foot coquettishly- "Is this what you want?" she asked giggling. "Yes baby you know it is". "Do you want me to press my feet against your hard cock?" she asked. I entertained the crew while I learned to use the bow. We set up a target in the bow, and everyone stayed behind me while I practiced. There were some men aboard who had hunted as boys and young men, and they proved that there was nothing wrong with the bow or arrows. It was all me.If we were attacked by pirates, I was going to hand the bow to the best archer in the crew and try to cover him with my shield while he did what he could. If we got boarded, I would play “Widemouth Guard” and wade.