. sort of...extreme." "Well, sissy," she said,stressing the initial sound of that demeaning word with a sibilant hiss,"I think it's perfect for you. ...After all," she went on, pointing towardthe television, "don't those sportscasters have their jackets with thenetwork's patch on them? And when I'm watching the game, won't theplayers have their uniforms? And the refs have theirs? And even thosesexy cheerleaders?"Her tone grew harder as she went on, "So why shouldn't YOU be wearingwhat's. My hands roamed over her soft and voluptuous body, committing every delightful inch of it to memory. We kissed and groped like two oversexed teenagers in the back seat of a car at the drive-in movie. I found the center of her femininity, and gently masturbated her to orgasm while nuzzling the nape of her neck and nursing on her impressive breasts. We were both too aroused to wait any longer. Danielle gently pushed me onto my back, climbed astride me, and took control. The memories of the next. However, his mind had little time to process before his body jerked toward the opening.The opening led him into a small contained area as the exterior of the craft sealed itself behind him. The water was sucked out of the compartment. Then a door that led to the rest of the craft slid open. His eyes widened as they scanned the cabin. There were lights everywhere along the rounded halls. He spotted an imposing crest that he'd never seen before; below the crest was a clearly english word,. "Fuck me is right," he said. Still he kept his head in his hole and shot another soldier. He then shot another one."Fuck me!" Callahan yelled as he stepped out of the APC and into the living hell of the Martian battlefield. Bullets came flying in, pinging off the top of the APC, slamming into the dirt around them. Two of the squad members went down almost instantly, both shot through the torso. He covered behind the rear of the APC the best he could and tried to clear his mind enough to start.