Then there was the tube, and then the bipod legs. The base plate was the heaviest part, weighing about forty pounds. The legs were the lightest, about...twenty pounds, and the tube about thirty pounds. A single mortar shell weighed nearly fifteen pounds.Thus, three men on each crew carried a part of the weapon and the fourth carried just mortar shells. The men carrying mortar parts carried two mortar shells each; the fourth man carried four, for a total of ten rounds per tube. There were six. As the years progressed, I found myself in a typical cheesy high school sweetheart type of relationship with a man who was my best friend. I came out to him so many times. All as gay, but he shrugged it off, said "I needed a man to fix me". I truly thought I was broken. He would catch me on Tumblr looking at photos of girls. We ended up breaking up for different reasons and I kept suppressing the thoughts I had of girls – I just thought they were friendship feelings! I never had a lot of ‘girl’. ” I managed to croak, “If you’ll sit in your chair, I’ll take off the rest.” “No. I want you to fuck me with them on, but you can help me by taking these off.” She said, snapping the waistband of her panties. I dropped to my knees and crawled up close, rolling them off her hips, down her thighs. She stepped out of them and stood there. I stared at her, taking in the whole picture. Shoes, socks, strawberry bush, ample and gorgeous ass, and those breasts that seemed to go on forever. She. She was wearing a tank top and jeans and looked just like a college coed. I wasn't sure what would happen next. Did she just want to get something to eat and catch up? My cock was actually throbbing a little having a mind of it's own. As we drove we made some small talk. She finally asked where I was staying and I said a local hotel. She suggested we go back there and I agreed. This was my sister and I couldn't get the images of her naked body out of my head. Neither of us said much as I.