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"Have you ever done point?" Belinda stuffed the spare mag into velcro pockets of her combat vest and tightened pussy her harness. “Yes. But only in training,” I replied as I examined my weapon. “Same here, Army basic before I was Spec4 fuel dog deployed to Kuwait, 59th Quartermaster Company, 68th Combat body Sustainment Support Battalion, 4th Infantry Division. “Fuel dog?” I asked. “Truck driver. Tanker, bulk petroleum,” Belinda replied. The weird homemade tactical garment had once been a three-hundred count Egyptian cotton bed sheet before it was modified with a blurry blend of forest green and slate gray with dark brown and black highlights which matched the natural colors of the Rocky Mountains. Above the treeline, the chameleon's colors resembled the lichen-covered rocks of the barren slopes. Within the woodlands, the same poncho hid the owner beneath a blend of forest shades and in a pinch could serve as a blanket or tent. "Point? Only once, back in D Troop, 5th Armored Cav. Army reserve active. Infantry assault on foot, it didn't end well." I checked the first aid pouch on my vest. The real deal with morphine. "Oh? Do tell." Frosty’s eyes widened before squinting with curiosity. Soldiers love to trade war stories. "We had a Second Lieutenant who, I swear, was the reincarnation of General Fuck-up Custer. He thought the most obvious line of attack would be the least defended. Wrong." I resealed the medical bag, adjusted my balance as I cinched up the straps asian of my tactical vest and slung my rifle over massage my shoulder. "How did that turn out?" Frosty's face melted into a knowing smile. "Not good. We got beat like a rented mule, so bad the brass stopped and restarted the war game." I snickered with a shiver. Combat is a deadly contest with no mercy for amateurs and no do-overs for losers. "Recon One, clear." I straddled my machine and strained to erotic hear. My partner's voice was almost lost in a cloud of white noise. I was focused more on getting the damn car repaired. Grace looked across the windshield at the tall, handsome trucker with the Tom Selleck moustache headed their way, smiling. I ate until I could not breathe, then told her she did great, I asked if she needed any help in here, she said she needed a dish washer and maybe a prep cook I said I don’t know what the second one is asian but we have two cooks that are server girls like she was, talk to Avril when she goes to the club, she asked who is that, she creeps me out, I said she erotic is the clubs AI and she runs everything in the club. Sarah really had to talk him into going anyways. The slick warm wet sheath felt like heaven and she flexed it several times making it grip my penis. We’ve been chasing that bastard all pussy over the Midwest for months. "I love this babymaker almost as I love the man its attached to." My heart body thundered in my chest, pumping pure ice through me. My stomach roiled. My pussy pulsed and leaked more liquid out as my body relaxed back to the bed. I should have done this long ago, then maybe you would have been more disciplined! I try to pull massage my pelvis deeper into the mattress, away from the intense stimulation, but she moves with me. As the same time she spreads her knees wider apart, either side my head, lowering her core to just in front of my face. “There’ll be a really big problem with him if Lucy and I are at the hospital all night.” I put Max out to do his business while Daryl grabbed his bowls and food. Next thing he noticed was the collar acted like a turtleneck and rolled up to cover his mouth. Her ass? She started to cry from the pain in her body and the desperate situation she is in with the three brothers with no choice but to keep her prisoner or kill her. He found a comfortable leather chair on the north side of the lobby with a good view of the front entrance. Aaron seized this pause to search her body again. Once I am naked, Jennifer takes my hand and leads me into the shower. I feel sorry for whatever girl Craig is dating.