Hell... , I have no idea what he said; or whether he even agreed or not. At that point, we decided to let Mr. Whiskers stick around for maybe a couple...of days until he could find other quarters."Just for a couple of days," I warned him.He made some weird sound. I'll bet he just called me a bad name, I thought."Damn!!" I thought, I'm old-fashioned. All I can speak is English with a few words in Chinese, Japanese. I'm pretty sure he isn't speaking any of those.My wife - the OutfitterNext morning. I took off my rucksack, but I pulled a claymore out of it and stuffed a half dozen magazines into my shirt before I headed back to the top of the hill. As I left, Fred was calling in a contact and status report to Covey. Fred did not declare a Prairie Fire, because we were still moving and trying to dictate the action.The NVA force had regrouped and I could hear them carefully moving up the hill in front of me. I dashed forward for about thirty yards and emplaced the claymore in the middle of a. Still nothing happened and I thought maybe I need to make a move some how but how?If he was watching me in his mirror I needed to give him a sign somehow? I have never been in a situation like this before so I unbutton my shirt hopping he would see me doing so. I am not sure if that did the trick but he got out of his car to stretch his legs. He was an older gentleman possibly late 70s short fat and balding, just my kind of guy as I love older men. he walked around a little pretending to look. I felt the firm grasp of your hands on my ass as you began pulling me into your mouth. Then you released my cock and lay down on the floor, beckoning me to straddle your head. My first motion was not what you wanted and you pushed me forward so that your face was between my legs. ‘Stroke your cock,’ you told me. I began stroking and found that you were motioning me to settled further down. Obedient to the moment I settled, greeted by the feel of your darting tongue on my dangling sack. The.