He said; “Sounds about right. Got to love sociable friends, right?” She laughed. “Preach that.” Then, “Guess this explains why we’re both ...ingle though. We’re not much better. Left alone for a few hours and we can’t even entertain ourselves.” Her brother laughed. “Truth. I’d quite like to be entertained by someone right now to be honest. Or would that be, do someone rather than something?”She looked up at him over the case of a The Burbs DVD. “Hmm.” She read out a few more titles and he. Something that had only happened to me once before the best time I had had with a man in bed till then. I was so amazed that it took me way too much time to change and get ready to leave. By the time I was out everybody had left. So I walked out the back door and there I see you standing by a motorcycle with the pink rose in your hand. --you were amazing—you said --thank you, that’s real nice of you!— --a pink rose for a pure heart— ---you didn’t have to, you know— --oh, but I did. You. "Gotta get it while it's hot," she thought, standing and walking quietly around the fence to watch the stud's milky white ass flex as he worked the cock in front of him.She watched and smiled until she sensed he was about to spew his load into her piss-soaked grassy patch and then coughed loudly. He spun, cock in hand, stumbling to his ass in the grass, trunks tangled in his feet, a shocked and ashamed look on his face."Mrs. O'Malley!" he shrieked, trying to cover his impressive boner, which. “Okay...”Major Danielson looked out over the complex, silent.“Uh, can I ask a question?”“Of course,” she replied.“What happened to the tank?”Major Danielson shook her head and gave him a frustrated smile, “Never was a tank, it seems.”“What? I thought they had one.”“Fog of war, my boy. Fog of war. Information in battle is incomplete, at best, and incorrect at the worst times. There was no tank. Just a mistake. Good for us, yes? One fucking tank would have been a little difficult to deal with. We.