It was six months later that the final straw fell on the camel's back, the straw that would eventually break Bob.It started when he asked a girl named...Melanie out on a date. She was a sergeant who worked at the Army Post Office. He had tried, one night, to blot out Gwyneth's image from his mind while he masturbated, and think of someone else. It hadn't worked. He'd gone soft. Instead of emptying his balls that night, he filled his stomach. With peppermint schnapps. And he'd been late to. We meet once every three months and set our "Target" and select teams. When we meet we also watch video of the teams hitting their targets. For instance-the last quarter we split up into teams of one girl, a white guy and a black guy and our target was a married milf. So Heather, Jack and I took our cam corder and hit a local wine and art show. Heather and I acted married and were looking at art with our "friend" Jack. Within an hour we had two older married milfs sitting with us drinking lots. Those are lights on in that dome." She reached out began to push some buttons on the panel."I'm gonna turn on the forward camera and zoom in for get a closer look. It's no wonder the KP doesn't want you to come here."The image from the camera mounted on the outside of Rascal came on one of the monitors located on the instrument panel. Red zoomed the camera into the one of the domes. Rows and rows of thick green plants, many of them ripe with fruits and vegetables, occupied the center part of. We walk up the stairs to exit the station and I whisper to you, "I can't wait to get home to finish off what we had started," You breathlessly answer, "Hell, I'm not waiting 20 minutes for you to fuck me some more." We exit the station and start to walk through the parking lot to my car. I say, "Well, my love, you will have to wait until we get home, because there is not enough room to fool around in my car."Laughingly you counter, "I know that, but there is plenty of room on the hood of your.