The end of February found us off the coast of Vietnam. This time some of our Marines were sent into battle. I saw a few Viet Cong who were brought on ...oard as prisoners of war, talk about scared shitless. I saw some of the casualties, including when I walked by surgery and saw them remove the bullet from one fellow’s head. I found out later that he and I had spent time working on the mess decks together. He was a little guy, maybe 5 foot 2, about 100 pounds. He got drunk on liberty and had a. Let me start the story.It was the fine Monday morning. My parents were in hurry mode to rush to office. I was sleeping in my room. I hear my mom voice telling me to lock the door properly. After some time I heard calling bell sound. Just I woke up and open the door it was meena my maid. She asked me what brother deep sleep ha? I told mmm u only wake me. She told sorry brother with a killer smile. I told it’s not a problem.Then she went inside. Then I went to bed and slept. At 10am I got up and. Not necessarily with Luna (though he wouldn’t say to the tasty sixth-year), but with anyone at all.Unfortunately for him, it was that time of the month for his own girlfriend, Ginny, who he knew had been perfectly willing to fuck the Boy Who Lived for the past six years, and she had beenbeing such a bitch that she wouldn’t even let him touch her. He pondered for a moment if Hermione would mind getting stuffed with his cock, but knew that it was extremely unlikely; she was going steady with. As her eyes glimpse, and widen, at the breathtaking size and ambience of the entryway, he is gesturing for her wrap, pulling it gently from her shoulders with practiced ease, chill air running over the low décolletage of her gown. A huge, magnificently framed mirror on the wall ahead of her reflects her image, the long black dress clinging alluringly to every soft curve and taunting hollow, contrasting sharply with her fair, blonde beauty. Two men standing off to the left, chatting amicably,.