. more muffled concussions. He desperately crawled away, firing, rallying his men and pulling his wounded sergeant behind him, the blood running down ...is face from the bullet that creased the top of his head ... the faces of the three he lost as he crawled past them, so often repeated in his dreams.Jason shuddered convulsively and paused briefly to wipe the sweat running down his face. His left eye burned, he paused to rub it and then wipe his soaking brow. He felt his heart thumping in his. Their small house and barn weren't very well maintained, which was common in the marshes. On the front porch, Charlene Dale, the forty-seven-year-old wife of Abner Dale, was naked and bent over. Delmore Franklin, a robust black man held her by her hips and fucked her hard from behind. Charlene braced herself against the wooden beam of the porch, as her small pancake breasts flopped back and forth with each of Delmore's heavy thrusts.Behind Delmore, from inside the house, out walked Charlene's. All that stress, anxiety, self hate for nothing. Then I went to college. My confidence is at an all time high. I'm getting laid left and right. Some one night stands, some week+ long relationships. Some a month, some 6 months. Lots of sex, lots of blow jobs, almost always coming back for more. So, I never once thought of my penis size (besides that I'm a grower, not a shower, so I knew getting naked flaccid was a no go). Move onto age 23, I meet the one. Sex is great, everything's great. No. ‘I do think it’s time for another dance, wouldn’t you agree? ‘ ‘My pleasure. ‘This time he led her to the dance floor. She rested her head on his chest, and they danced in silence, but he was not oblivious to how she pressed her body against him. When the music ended, he was surprised that although Jesse had stopped dancing, she had remained in his arms with her head still against his chest. As much as he was enjoying this, he couldn’t help but feel concerned. ‘It’s getting late and I think I.