Raat ko sote vakt unke lund par haath rakh deti ort bhaiya jab bhi nind mein badbadate or apna haath meri moti chuchiyo par rakte mein chup chap soti ...ahti par bhaiya isse agye kuch nahi karte phir meine socha bhaiya ko kaise pataya jaye meineghar par haaf & tight v shave wali T-shirt dalni chalu kar di or jisme se meri moti chuchiya adhi dikti thi or meine chuni dalni band kar di jisse mere bhaiya ko meri moti or meri tani hui chuchiya dikh sake or unko dekh kar vo mujhe chodne ki koshis kare. One pinned her down on her back by the shoulders his fingers pulling and yanking at her camouflage jacket while the other forced her kicking legs down and then into two manacles. Above her boots. She strained and twisted.Her wrists were quickly attached to straps at her sides."NOO look the Major just wanted me out of the way, I'm not a prisoner you dick heads!" That's not what he said!" he replied."Look I'm a fucking copper like you!" Oh no, your a copper with a big mouth! and it's gonna get. .Oh God Heather." She jerks against me when I pull her back by her hair, adding to her desire. Her cries grow in frequency and volume each time I thrust into her harder and harder. When I growl her name, " Heather " a shiver goes through her causing her muscles to clamp down on me as I push her towards the edge of release again. " Fuck, John...." she moans, her voice hoarse from her cries. She grips the sheets harder, her body on the brink of orgasm." If you insist, Heather," I purr. I let go. Rifles were easier to load and fire. Machine guns were plentiful with the ability that only one could cut down hundreds within minutes. Then there were poison gases, flame throwers, and later tanks. That was just the ground war. In the air, planes were more nuisances than war machines. Yes, there were dog fights as one tried to shoot down the other. Planes were also used to scout out enemy positions on the ground with an ocassional bomb being dropped. Of course sea warfare was a different.