Actually, I had no idea how long I’d run that day. I was in the zone, thinking about what I was going to do after the Army. I kept coming up with id...as for careers, and then deciding that artificial legs might make that harder than I wanted a career to be. I moved on to something else, and so on. It was only the pain in my stumps that made me stop, rather than deciding I’d run enough times around the track to make it a workout.“You did according to Sergeant Timmons,” I said.Marcie Timmons was a. As he had laid next to Tomas' wife after they had fucked that first time, kissing her, and letting his dark chocolate colored fingers freely roam and explore this beautiful European woman's soft and pale flesh...the surreal quality had lingered in the back of his mind.Now, almost eight months later, he was the father of a tenth c***d! Of course, he had never told his two wives anything of what he had done with Tomas' wife while he had been away from Zambia working as a day laborer. Though they. “These are just the headlines.”“Good,” I said, “because there are things we didn't do and some you don't seem to have considered.”“Such as?”“Playing with your tits,” I said. “We didn't do that. How can we have missed it?”“Too eager to get our mouths on each other's bits,” she said. “A major oversight. Don't let it happen again.”“No, Miss,” I said. “Sorry, Miss. And I will also be licking under your tits, where most people don't go. And while I'm in the area I will be licking your. I knew what we both wanted, and I was tired of waiting. Our lips were locked and we began making out in our usual manner. His tongue fooled around in my mouth and I played back. I rubbed his chest, down his side, and along his leg. He held me close. Justin had a regular build, about 6 feet tall. He had brown hair, and fairly hairy arms and legs for a teenager. We lay down on the bed, both on our sides, facing each other, and continued to kiss and make out. I kept my hand behind his head and.