Don quickly grabbed his lieutenant and pulled him into his face, ‘WE’RE IN AN AMBUSH, CALL FOR CHOPPER SUPPORT, NOW!’ Don heard the young platoo... leader calling for help as he grabbed another radio and gave instructions for the platoon to return fire. They had to keep the enemy’s head down until their support arrived, he knew it would only take a few minutes but a few minutes was a long time under fire. The sound of a scream cut through the air and Don jumped from the Humvee and ran towards the. " he answered as he straightened his jacket and smoothed his dress. "But at least my sister has a decent excuse for not wearing skirts anymore." What's that?" She's a butch lesbian." he deadpanned as he shouldered his purse and started for the club door.Stephanie scowled at her husbands back and proceeded to follow his confident, yet definitely feminine strides.As they entered the dark club, Michael walked to the bar and had a seat on one of the high stools near the door. The only light source. They felt good in your hands, firm and supple, gently rounded and she seemed to like it when you played with her nipples, as she moaned into your mouth. You reached with your other hand to grab one of the cheeks of her ass. It was firm, rounded and seemed perfectly molded to the curvature of your hand as you cupped it.But something was off, what should have felt silken was like sandpaper in your hand. Her robe, it was coarse and rough, it hurt your neck where her arms were wrapped around you.. Then she bent all the way down to remove her panties. Still looking over her shoulder, she waggled her luscious, heart-shaped rear at her lover and said coquettishly, ‘See anything you like?’ He didn’t answer. He just smiled, licked his lips, and started taking off his shirt as he stared in horny fascination at her enticing behind. When he started to undo his belt she shouted, ‘No!’ ‘What?’ he asked with confusion. ‘Over here,’ she said pointing to the couch. He walked over to stand in front.