Can you handle it? Don’t you want a chance to rub their macho male attitudes into the dirt?“Ma’am; nothing would please me more, ma’am!”“G...od; report to the pit at 0500 hours with the rest of your platoon.”At 0500 Awilda stood with the rest of her platoon, along with the platoons from the seven male battalions, around the pit, a section of the physical training obstacle course, which was somewhat cushioned with woodchips and shavings. Above them, strung between two structures, were several long. I love uniforms. I love men. What can I say; I was in heaven! Men jumping around in green camouflage uniforms with big guns. You saw them sneak, they were not men anymore, they were not humans. They were lost inside their dreams of war without death, or so I thought and pictured it.This time he spoke to me some more, asking if I was fucking Jens. I answered truthfully. He wondered if he was any good. I told him that I don't go tell peoples friends how they are in bed. it doesn't matter if. As soon as my hands had finished their exploration, my lips started to roam as well. I kissed along your jaw, down your neck and onto your collarbone. Then I shifted my weight back and lifted the bottom of your tank-top, exposing your gorgeous, flat stomach. I littered your abs with soft kisses and, pushing your tank-top ahead of me, moved up. I caressed your ribs with my lips and eventually worked my way up to where you bra started to cup your perfect breasts. At that point, I leaned back,. They set me up very nicely and treated me like a French princess. I wanted for nothing, especially dick.The days were long and the nights involved a lot of alcohol at sun set which lead me to make difficult decisions about who I think would look after me best. I had originally started in a room with an absolutely exquisite French man who whispered in the language of love, how much he wanted to make me scream his name. He didn't have the greatest girth of all but he had a tongue of a snake and.