Mount Motherfucker, or also known as “Reaper” in polite company. The Paris Island Marines talk about sand fleas, but at San Diego we had Mount Mot...erfucker. Over 700 feet in elevation (over 210 meters), it is near vertical in places, a dirt road covered with sand that we climbed at night. We had all heard of it by this time, but only the next morning when looking at it from the Area 54 range did we actually see what we had gone over for the first time. Then three days of firing courses, load up. I had one hand off one of the cocks, panty pushed to the side and had been playing with my pussy. It was dripping. Alan pulled down my dress to expose my perky tits. Paul grabbed one of them and started to pinch. I moaned. Alan grabbed the other tit and for the first time I had 2 different people grab my tits at the same time. It felt great. I stood up and asked both boys to sit. I seductively dropped my dress to the ground. I stood in my red thong and fuck me heels. I turned around to show. "What?" Anna, are you happy here? With us? With Mom and Dad?" Oh, Brian. You sweet boy. Sit down and have a cup of coffee. I just made fresh." She sat with me, the eggs and pie shells waiting. "I am happy," she said looking me intently in the eye. I could smell chocolate in her coffee. "Whenever I think about your dad, I get all tingly inside. And I think about him all day long. And when I think about your mom, I splooge. That's a technical term and it's pretty much constant, too. It's a good. Unbeknown to me, you had the same feeling, and your head began to rush with questions, would I talk to you...what would you say...would you embarrass yourself.....would I embarrass myself? I simply said "hi, going anywhere nice?" ….... GOING ANYWHERE NICE? The most predictable airport departure lounge bar chat up line in the world! "New York" you replied. "just for a few days on business" you added. " Same here" I replied, meaning that I was traveling on business, but I gave no more away. We.