"Should I wear a side-arm, sir?" he asked the Captain."No. You wear full dress uniform, including the sword," was the crisp reply, "And remember, if t...ey arrest you, you go quietly."Ramrod stiff at attention, the Master Gunnery Sergeant snapped, "Yes sir, Understood, sir."And so, twenty minutes later, he walked out through the main gate resplendent in the dress uniform of the U.S. Marines: white hat, dark blue tunic with gleaming brass buttons, slightly lighter blue trousers, boots shined to. “I take it that someone is a big fan of TK Owens,” she commented while studying the framed display of Matt’s book and the promotional poster for it.“All three of us girls are,” Denise chuckled as she walked out of the bedroom and back into the living room while buttoning her blouse.“He definitely has quite an imagination. Some of the love scenes get pretty racy,” Mrs. Connor replied.“I don’t think much imagination is involved,” Denise said. “I’m pretty sure he’s writing from actual. It just seemed, well, right!I swallowed what I'd caught of Toni's cum, and found it had no real taste. I'd expected salty, or even bitter. But no, not unpleasant at all. So, seeing there was more seed on her lacy top, I licked it off and swallowed that too. I could've swallowed a whole mouthful of it, to be honest!I knew there would be a little more left inside the shaft of her cock, so I used my thumb and finger, and gently squeezed my way her shaft, and sure enough, a little more lovely. " I told him. "Depends how you look at it, I guess. If birthplace decides nationality then I would say I am from Texas. If it's the passports you look at than I would say I am from the UK and USA. If you take into account where my family is from, then you wouldn't be able to pin point and specific region. I feel most at home in either Germany or England, but even then not really. I am a foreigner wherever I go. The Brits see me as American and the Americans see me as a Brit. I speak five.