" "You're not Sean, Sheila." She whipped her pretty poignant face toward me. "You're wrong, Kevin. In back of my mind I really am Sean, Sean is playin... me." I groaned. "Playing his own dreamgirl in a daydream, yeah I know." "If it weren't for that I wouldn't be here, feeling this way this about you without feeling embarrassed about it. You don't seem to understand how hard this is for me, Kevin! I've very deep feelings for you in these dreams; feelings I--Sean would never admit to you or even. ” I did as he told me too. “Now get on your knees and point my dick at the tire.” I was kind of confused till he relaxed and a warm stream of piss erupted from his cock onto the side wall. It didn’t last long before he cut off the stream. “My dad says life is about choices, so here is one for you fag. You can point my dick at your chest and let me finish but then there is no where for you to clean up so when you get home someone might notice you smell like p*ss and wonder what you’ve been up to. Layla could tell the MILF was at the pivotal moment and suggested, before the MILF had time to think things through, "Lay down on your belly, Mrs. Walsh."As Clara followed the suggestion, she offered, "Layla, please call me Clara."Layla tossed the duffle bag on the bed and straddled her latest prey and began the gentle massage. After about five minutes, she suggested, although the tone was more an order, "Clara, if you took off your shirt I could give you a much better massage."Clara considered. We left this part of the fighting to the PIATS with a 0 setting on the proximity fuses. A solid hit in the chest of a King Kong with one of those large rounds was enough to eliminate it immediately. Jazz and Mason were suitably impressed and starting to have more faith in their weapons.This was starting out to be a busy day, and we had not yet gotten close to where the Krauts were reputed to be. We cut across some sand to make our way to another trail. This sand was not smooth, but it was not.