..and starts to giggle...the she looks down and says in a mean tone"who's my bitch, who is my tiny cock bitch. ..stand up let me see that little thing.....I stand...she slaps my face again...she pulls my boxers and puts her dick inside them right on top of mine...I almost cum and pull away...."where the fuck are you going, what, you can't handle my bid dick in your boxers rubbing against your tiny dick?"...she tells me " get over here but take off those boxers first, it's time I teased that tiny. For a guy quickly approaching forty , I was pretty proud of this. My sex drive was through the roof. I rolled over and gently started rubbing my soundly sleeping wife's nipples. I had learned over the years that if you hit them real lightly back and forth they get really hard really fast. I don't know why I did it to myself, because I knew I didn't have time to fuck before I had to get up. So now I'm brick hard, she's sleep, and I got to get up. So I sit up, dick pointed toward the ceiling,. There's always one in the crowd, says to go ahead and pee, no ones stopping me. I thank him, spread my legs a little bit and pee right there while they all watch. Then I just keep talking to them like nothing happened.I really like men in uniform, especially Marines, oh by all the gods, I love Marines. I would love to get into a Marine Corps boot camp company, one that's been in training for about a month, where all the recruits are really horny. I don't know how, but I get snuck into their. His death, needless to say, happened earlier in his life than he or his family had anticipated, and Gran had grieved, had him buried there with honors according to his wishes, and had settled down back near her family in Maryland at the ripe old age of 33–never marrying again. My mom, who was just short of twelve when he died, had been born just two years after Gran had married Granddad, having been conceived during a brief leave he’d had in the fall of 1958, when he and Gran had arranged a.