In the sandbox every soldier carried a knife of some kind as a last resort defensive weapon. I was experienced at hand to hand close combat and self d...fense and a knife was almost always involved. They had hundreds of styles and shapes. It had to be small, easy to conceal, and easy to operate in a hurry. I just didn't find what I wanted. I did find a small version of the standard combat knife with a rig similar to a shoulder holster for a hand gun. It kept the knife under my arm to my side and. “ They are only shy on surface but inside they are very naughty”“ Deepika my darling it’s time that I fucked you with the very big dick you have already befriended”“ Take your clothes off “ I ordered her“you can touch me now anywhere and everywhere”She quickly got off me and sat next to me on the bed she started to undress, constantly looking at me to see my reaction. We both hugged and our lips met passionately for a very long kiss, she almost bit my lower lip off in passion, our tongues met. As I knock on your door, tight pussy, I wonder what treasures await me inside. Will you join in the sensual dance and move with me, or simply relax and luxuriate in my movements? Will you open up for me or squeeze me tightly? I long to feel your spasms, sweet pussy. You shower me with your love when I treat you right. I want you, pussy. Need you. Nothing makes me happier than to fill you with my cum. Do you feel my love when I cum?Sadly, there are a few copy-cats lurking around. They are known. You're going to make Daddy hard.His words sent tingles directly to my pussy. I lay down on my bed then and sent him a saucy photo of me squeezing my nipple, stretching it away from my body. I felt so dirty sending these, knowing they were just for his personal viewing. I pictured Mr. Davis in his dark apartment, slowly stroking his cock in privacy.J: How about now, Daddy? Can I see? Please?D: You sure know how to make Daddy horny.He sent back a photo of his hand on his cock. I remembered that.