Whilemy muckers might be commenting on breast size or long legs I'd bethinking I liked her dress, not her shoes. Love her plaits, not herlipstick. How...does it feel to be that beautiful, that elegant, thatpoised? And me all the time in my boots and combat kit, carrying myrifle and my squaddyness like armour. Laugh along, make the jokes, bethe bloke, the soldier - ache and regret.After a couple of tours in Iraq, one bad and the other horriblehorrible horrible, I'm back to the UK and based on my. " Leah walked through the house and to the fridge, removing a few beers and returning to the front porch. She popped the caps on each, handing one to Dan as he sat on the swing, swaying with the light breeze. "They played like bitches tonight." he started in. Leah knew Dan could go on for hours bitching about the Hawks losing. She took deep swings of her Coors as he whined, complaining about losing Hossa during the first period after Torres left his skates with a hit that took Hossa out for the. I reached up to my hair and ran my fingers through it. “You’re right hunni, it is a little damp”, I took the wet ends and brought them round to my face, inhaling the still strong woman aroma. “And it smells good too” I said as I pushed a lock into my mouth sucking the juices from it.Lorraine chuckled, “Is there no end to your horniness Anna”? she asked.“No, I guess not, tho I must say, I’m feeling quite sore after tonight’s fun and games”.“Yes me too, come on Andy, ‘Take me to bed or lose me. ’ ‘Interesting!’ I thought to myself. ‘Why hadn’t John mentioned the new tenant? Was he up to something with her already?’ But, in my wildest dreams I could never have imagined just what they had been up to in such a short time! We bumped into each other several times over the next few weeks, she was always so smartly turned out and beautifully groomed that I couldn’t help admiring both her looks and her style and, in spite of my suspicions I maintained the same casually friendly attitude that.