Bringing them to his face he took another sniff, then held them up triumphantly as the others cheered.Now wearing nothing but her tattered shirt, Kati... began trembling from both fear and the cold."Shame on you boys, you shouldn't let a lady get cold like that! Warm her up!"Hands began rubbing all over her body. Two grabbed each breast and began squeezing them vigorously. Her legs were spread wide apart, her thighs being pulled higher. Katie looked down and saw the boss kneeling in front of her. She was definitely the spawn of satan and most everything bad that happened to me was because of her. I ignored the text and continued having no contact with her. One day I noticed that 2 types of porn had greatly out numbered everything else on the old hard drive. I was masturbating to either tranny porn or mommy roleplay. When I was lucky enough to find a melding of the two, I would blast my biggest loads from masturbating. I hated wanting something so specific that I thought I would. So long...She passed by my house as I was "tending to my garden" near my backyard. I waved to her and "fell" over my rake. She looked scared, frightened that I may be hurt. She came to help me, out of concern and love. Yes, that was it. LOVE. I told her that I may have broken my ankle. I needed her to call for help. I told her to go into my kitchen and use the phone on the wall to call 911. She went inside. But as soon as she walked past my doorway I ran in after her and stopped her. She was. He was an army chaplain and he dropped into a slit trench I was occupying one night. We were being heavily shelled and Crikey (why Crikey I don’t know, but the troops had christened him that), spent some time with me philosophising about life in general and the war in particular. Many of the army chaplains were full of bullshit about why we had God on our side. If he was on our side then why the hell were we having so many guys blown to bits? Crikey would have none of this. He was clearly.