. in her nightgown... with sleepy eyes...and her nipples... pointedly... and achingly erect... poking through...offered up... for His leering gaze... ...and He either forces His wayin... or better yet... she lets Him in... as He then... takes yourwife... right inside the front door... with her large... milky whitebreasts... hanging down... in front of her... swinging... heavily...underneath her ribcage... from the ripped-open front... of herteasingly revealing... and now torn apart... flimsy. "Too bad..." the woman muttered, and then eyed the cock in her hand. She'd been insisting that she get two at a time from the moment she decided that she wanted one. "I love dicks," she declaimed in that ponderous tone that most people only use when drunk. "There's nothing like the real thing. Why do MEN have to be attached to the goddamned things?" She popped the one she was holding back into her mouth.In the background, the 'medic' chuckled. "That one needs to find herself a nice. I then noticed it was longer and a bit harder and ehe said aren't you goning to go too. I took the hint and pulled my cock out and was a bit surprised cause i was almost fully hard. he said I thoung you might have a big dick. I noticed you were staring at mine....Go ahead and feel it, you know you want to. I reached out and felt his cock and rubbed it all over and then put down my beer and rubbed his nuts with my other hand. He pulled his jeans down to his knees and then we were both feeling. Army. They’d met one afternoon while Laura was practicing a dance routine in the camp theater. Laura was tall, slim and moved with such grace. Robert Petrie fell instantly in love with her. She took some convincing. There’d been resistance at the start and that resistance would never quite vanish. The “Bivouac Baby Contest” was where Rob’s pathology first surfaced. The winner of the contest was awarded a date with Camp Crowder’s--Bivouac Baby--Laura Meehan.A handsome fellow, a Sergeant from.