It was a typical summer day in the village of Nandapur. Temperature of about 30 C. I was angry and was walking hastily across the road. Twenty feet ah...ad lay my aunt’s house. Sarla was her name. She was better known as Sarlamma. In her early 40’s, she was a timid, shy woman who had two daughters Savitri and Malathi. Savitri was 11 or 12 I don’t remember and Malathi would be around 22. I didn’t see them for a long time. Malathi was the extrovert of the village. She left home for the city and a. ”They quickly exited the as instructed and stood at attention in line. Master Sergeant Philips commanded them to follow her and then led them in a brisk jog to the training center.Stopping outside, Master Sergeant Philips said, “Today begins a week of classroom instruction on the rules, regulations and processes involved in being in the New America Army. Now follow me inside.”As they entered the classroom, the first thing they noticed was the instructor was male and also completely naked except. He was once again also blessed/cursed with an incredibly long and thick cock; while flaccid it was able to hang below his knee and was as thick around as his wrist, when hard it nearly doubled in size. Now all of this would seem like a teenage boy’s wet dream, having a super sized schlong, beautiful women throwing themselves at you, what more could a guy want? The true problem was the aftermath, because you see, Milo had never once failed to impregnate a sexual partner. If he wore condoms, he’d. Come on you can ride with me," I said. I drove the candy cane truck to a Hotel on Jefferson Island. It was the one where the victim Wilson told me about stayed. I wanted to see how the staff acted anyway, it was good excuse to do that. The marine wore shorts and a tee shirt with a motto, "First to die, US Marines' printed on it."Hello, do you have a room with an ocean view," I said. I was wearing skinny jeans, and one of my Russian Commando knock off Tee shirt. So I wasn't any better dressed.