Target practice was a poor substitute for sex, but the light machine gun proved remarkably accurate - both firing single shots and in short two or thr...e round bursts - and I became quite proficient in sinking beer cans and other garbage tossed off the stern.About a week later, in the vicinity of Helen Reef, we came across cruising yacht at anchor in the lee of a small island. Mavis decided to meet and greet our fellow seafarers. We dropped anchor nearby and she sent me in our dinghy, bearing. ’ Henry dropped the rube and of course the fare scared shitless over paid. Suddenly, during the turn around on the New York side at 181st and Fort Washington, Henry saw the flash as he passed. It was now almost 6:30 AM. Body bag leaned on the curb in the gutter. Murder had waited for Henry back in Manhattan at 181st across the bridge. Violence perpetrated by persons unknown: the body-bag had been there for at least a two hours Henry learned later from the cops. It wasn’t there some rookie cop. Bobby got off her and watched as she rolled onto her belly, then pulled her knees up, pushing her splendid bottom up in the air. He wasted no time getting behind Lana and reinserting his cock in the aperture it so badly wanted to occupy. His thighs slapped against hers as he drove into her. He bent forward and grasped her, using them for leverage as he thudded against her. It didn’t take long before they once more moaned out joint passion and exploded together in ultimate bliss. When Lana. Big John had had enough and, when the team shared their first water break about forty-five minutes into practice, he pulled his starting quarterback to the side to have a talk with him, away from the rest of the team.“Son, I dunno what you have going on in your head, but you best get that shit either straightened out or put it aside until after you get off the field. Everything you have been doing today has been just wrong. You’re making your fellow teammates have a bad practice, and they can’t.