They were still used because for their ability to dry fairly quickly. The big invention was the drainage holes in the bottom. If they got water inside... it drained out as you wore them. You might need to change socks, but the boot itself would dry out. Even military used surplus, they cost fifty bucks.The boots were worn with the issued fatigues in a dark forest green of the game wardens outfit. I didn't thing the jungle camouflage was a good idea. Especially not where there might be armed men.. It just goes to show that you never really know how kinky people can be. ‘Mmmm that feels good sweetie,” I said in total ecstasy. He continued to do this for a couple more minutes and then pulled his tongue out. He then spread my cheeks open wide a bit, casually inserting a finger. He then gave my ass a hard and rough spank. He hit me REALLY hard, but I loved it. I like a good mix of pain and pleasure every now and then. As he was spanking me, he kept asking ‘Whose a slut, bitch, whose a slut’. “It’s like being in an airplane cockpit” she said“Yea, Kind of” I said. I got in the passenger seat and Becky started the truck. She drove as we talked, she got about halfway through Virginia when she pulled off the highway and in to a small parking lot. The lot was for a small, Hole-in-the-wall, seafood bar called Maryland Blue Crab. “I’m hungry” she said“That’s right, we didn’t eat lunch, so am I” I saidWe walked in and were seated at a table by a nice southern lady. A few minutes later she. Dave was also really pounding her cunt. Every thrust was ripping into her. Dawn was now begging for him to stop. “Please! Please stop!” She continued screaming, with a piercing tone every time he hit her.Going so hard and fast, Dave didn’t last long. He didn’t care. This rape wasn’t about him, really. It was all about hurting Dawn. I wasn’t surprised when he finished after a few moments, then climbed off her. The clover clamps stayed on her tits, though. Dave had decided that Dawn.