I had no idea I had an interest in fishing until I met Horace. Horace was the man in Warren for all things fishing. First of all he bought and sold fi...hing rods. He had quite an assortment of rods both new and used. The came with and without reels. Horace sold the tackle that made the rods usable instantly. Oh yeah, one other thing, Horace also sold bait. He was there for all things fishing, I'm telling you.So I walked around thinking and finally decided that I wanted to fish. I had been. Blaine jumped up (I didn't think he could walk yet!) and ran toward the truck firing an AK with each arm. I understood enough of the reports to determine that Sgt. Blaine was being called the 'New Rambo' when fuck; it was really the BTR-80 that blew the hell out of the Chechens.He was on the ground, not moving and they speculated he had been injured again. I watched, then something which reminded me of my plan happened. I returned to Sgt. Blaine's room, found a couple bottles of vodka, took the. Fir maine check kiya to it was Rohit. Ek dum se mere face pe smile aa gayi. Fir maine phone utha liyaRohit:- Hello!Main:- Kya hua, bahot yaad aa rahi hai meri? Man nahi bhara kya tumhara?Rohit:- Maza to bahot aaya par abhi kuch kuch karana baaki hai.Main:- Achha bahot kuch kya?Rohit:- Abhi tak to tere mast boobs ko barabar se dekha bhi nahi. Fir bahot masalna hai chusna haiMain :- Aur?Rohit :- Teri chut chatni hai ungli gusani hai. Aur last mein mera daalna hai ander.Main:- Bas aur aur kuch. Her face was grimacing and her eyes were closed as the monstoous cock began to slowly move in and out of her tortured twat. Crystal was again sucking my cock back to life as we watched the rhythmic fucking that Miss Cash was enduring by her penile plunderer.With my cock back to attention, Crystal easily mounted its rigidness. With her back to me, I began to reach around and squeeve her nipples. Oh, how she loved her nipples squeezed.. I was not as well endowed as the man that was.