She obviously spent several hours a day in the gym. She was brunette with long hair that flowed down her back. She had big beautiful blue eyes and ful... red lips. Little did she know it, but she would have those lips wrapped around my cock in due time. I watched her walk back to the table. She was dressed in a tight fitting, low cut, sexy blue dress and high heels. She moved like a fashion model walking the runway.I moved in closer when I saw her sitting at the table again with one of her. He always left his number and never got one good one back. It was the nature of things. No return calls, no second dates, and no recognition. Marty enjoyed the sex, but hated the empty feeling he received afterwards. The last few times he said thanks and left. They didn’t pursue him, so he felt it was easier on both of them. At 33, Marty pretty much accepted his fate. He did his best to cheer himself up, but the holidays were tough since both his parents recently passed away. His Mom died two. Beckner was smart enough to appreciate his particular vice was held in poor regard by most of society, so he keeps his weakness his own private secret. The Marine Corps instructors who stressed the value of aggressive behavior never guessed the hair trigger of his kill zone.He controlled himself in the hand-to-hand combat class and the use of deadly weapons course, ever considerate of his opponent. His closest call came on the grenade range when he held the cold, heavy "frag" in his hand. The. As i reach for your body and pull you closer.your breathing coming more faster as you get on top of me and grab my hands.holding them down tightly you press your leg between my thighs and spread my legs apart.i feel your knee grinding into my pussy.as you ask who's pussy is this you dirty little bitch?daddies i answer.feeling your chest hardening my nipples with every stroke.you jump up and start pulling my clothes off.then i stand before you naked and start to walk towards you as my hands rub.