Lyn has one last trump card to play and he uses it. Calling on the last reserves of strength he has he very loudly sings out, “From the Halls of Mon...ezuma, to the shores of Tripoli;...” With each word he sings the number of voices singing with him grows as the team members stand straighter and their step firms up. They’re running out of song before they reach the finish so Lyn leads them in the unofficial verses that cover the Iceland and Desert Storm campaigns plus a reprise of the last verse.. One of my friends came to my house for taking notes of mine, fortunately or unfortunately he had seen her, and he started to ask questions about her and he forgot why he came to my house. While leaving from my house my friend said a statement that still rings in my ears that is “dengithe elanti auntyni dengali ra” (u should have to fuck with these kind of aunties) after he left i masturbated two times imaging my cock in her pussy what a pleasure thought it was, this became a regular habit of. ” He said.“I will. Are you ready?” She said.“Yes maam, lead the way.” He said.She turned and started to walk down a hallway. Her butt was perfect and swayed as she walked. My mind was racing. What was her story? Why did she get all Mr. Nice Tony and I get his cock up my ass whenever he wanted? I was as pretty as her, well almost. She turned around a corner and there was a gorgeous table sitting in a small room. She pulled out a chair and I sat. Tony sat across from me and I noticed. ” she told us. “For a relationship, I like boys, but for just fun, good sex, girls are just as good.” I watched as the two on tv moved and started licking other's pussies. They were almost as pretty as mom, with bigger boobs, and no hair like mom. I think I see why no hair is good, if your going to be licking there. “What does it taste like?” I asked, I shocked myself, I mean I wanted to know, I wanted to try it honestly, I wanted to try moms now, but did I really ask that?“Every woman is.