”“Well it’s wrong.”He snatched the reader away and looked at it, his eyebrows crawling up his face as he registered both surprise and confusio.... “What the fuck.” He looked up. “AI, what the fuck’s going on here?”“He volunteered five weeks ago. He is telling the truth when he says he did not,” came a disembodied voice. “This does not make sense. I will have to investigate.”“Maybe he volunteered without realising he was volunteering,” offered Siân slowly.The marine looked at her, then raised his. “Where are you going, Gingerbread Man?”“I’m trying to get to the Fairy Gingermother’s home,” panted the Gingerbread Man, trying his hardest to keep up.“You are? Hop aboard, matey, for I, too, am going there!” The boatman steered his pink and purple sugar boat into the shoreline, just close enough for the Gingerbread Man to hop aboard. He stretched out his hand, and helped him on, steering the boat back into the waves as the Gingerbread Man lay there, catching his breath.“Well, now, Gingerbread. He pulls his shorts off and gets in to position, his head slowly enters her warm throbbing pussy and once he is fully in and he is filling her up he starts a methodical rhythmic pump. Going in and out and in and out. They go on like this for what seems like and eternity and then with out words they get up and get on all fours and he enters her from behind. As he continues pumping Jane begins moaning louder and louder. Benjamin playfully slaps her ass as he pounds with a fury in to her tight. Here it goes, Me and my wife went out to eat and have afew drinks.It was nice to go out w/o are k**s and we were having a good time. We decided to stop on are way out and have another drink and watch this guy sing and play his guitar so we sat at a booth across from each other. We couldn't really talk since the music was loud but we would look at each other and smile then watch this guy play.Then when I looked over to my wife I noticed that she was smiling at someone and she didn't noticed me.