He explained that he’d never wanted to be a soldier. In fact, his ambition had always to be a poet, a talent for which he had shown great promise wh...lst at school. But the Kingdom of Buggery had no demand for poets and a much greater appetite for cannon fodder. Despite his delight and skill at verse, he’d also proven himself to be a brave and capable soldier for which he earned his promotion to sergeant. For this he earned more stripes, the tattooing of which was almost as painful as his. He stuck his tongue out and laved and licked the sides of her Garden of Eden and slowly lifted the hood of the clit with his tongue and began to gently nibble it. Fran was in heaven, never would she have thought that it would be like this. She had heard from girls at school who had lost their virginity on the back seats of cars and that hadn’t sounded too great. But to be here with her own Daddy was a thrill she could never have imagined. JD continued to build up the tension in that. ”“So, apart from your one attack, it is all mind games?”“Yes. It is a sensible application of resources: assess the capabilities of your enemy, plan to exploit their weaknesses, and use the minimum of effort to get your meaning across to them. A fearful enemy is not an efficient enemy. They will always be looking around them, in case someone is about to stab them in the back. They have already had a number of desertions, of individuals and of groups, so the leaders are aware of their. " She melted into his warm embrace and turned up her face pouting and inviting him to claim her mouth. She went instantly weak in the knees when she felt his full chocolate lips on her soft pink ones, she gasped and moaned as he parted her lips slipping his tongue into her mouth. They kissed tenderly at first, and then deeply and very passionately too. ‘Whoever taught him to kiss did a damn good job too.’ She thought as she felt herself getting so wet kissing him, the fact that Wyclef was.