I've got a rare light grey eye color. I'm not tall; I measure at five feet, seven inches. Hell, Tits is a couple inches taller than I am—but I'm tan...ed, toned, and built; I weigh in at around one-hundred-sixty pounds, chest measuring forty-five inches at the nipple line, biceps at fifteen inches, thirty-one inch waist. I pride myself on my physique. I was the quarterback on the high school varsity football team. I gave my virginity out at age sixteen to the hottest girl in the school. I'm. I close my eyes and imagine Jeremy's tongue licking around my inner labia, teasing and tantalizing my enflamed pussy. As I part my lips and slip one finger inside, I picture Jeremy's face eating my anxious pussy."That feels so fucking good!" he somehow knows exactly where to lick, flicking his tongue against my clit and then pushing it back into my sopping hole. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhfffffffuuuuuuuuccccccck!" My orgasm explodes around my plastic blue vibrator and I fumble with the knob, trying. Chicago isn't the same without you!' He gave me half a smile and caressed my face with his hand whiping my tears while looking at me lovingly 'I've missed you to dude' we continued to stare at each other until his hand dropped to my waist and he ghasped 'Martin! When was the last time you had a meal!' I blushed 'Um..I just had one of those cups with ramen noodles...' He frowned 'I mean a real meal...' I hesitated '...5 days ago a full course lunch...' '...' 'Will?' 'Martin, are you back...back. He shook his head and walked around to help me. “Just Ambrose Devlin these days, Sergeant. I did my twenty and retired a lieutenant colonel. I am in private security now. For someone we both know, as a matter of fact,” he said with a chuckle as he sat in the chair next to my bed, his eyes twinkling. “Do you remember your lieutenant for that operation against the pirates in Sumatra? Lieutenant Spencer?”I grimaced and nodded. “A greener officer I never saw,” I growled in memory. Lt. Spencer was.