When excitement become lower, I had to lick his hole, spreading his cheeks wider, making his hole open a little. My tongue started to dive into his ho...e, trying to open it, enjoying in salty sea taste. Licking around then, poking inside, with my tongue like I was fucking him. I liked his taste, liked his moist heat from his hole, so I buried my face as deep as I could inside of him. I run out of air, and his hairy crack was all over my nose, my lips, but I like that heat coming from his. That was the last time Max mentioned his foot fetish in public, to anyone! About a year later, Max took a part time job driving cabs. He’d just about learned the town the base was in. It’s not that he needed the money. Max was bored. After work he had no friends. He was not happy drinking in the base bar. His last roommate got shipped out. He heard the money was easy to make. He only worked from 9pm until 3am the bar shuffle so why not? It occupied his time and put easy cash in. But it's your call sweetheart,” John replied.I thought about that for quite awhile honestly. I mean if Jeanette didn't say a single word about her mom all through this whole ordeal, well obviously there is some bad blood there somewhere. So the next day, I brought it up to her as I was feeding little Jeanette, without a bottle.“Jeanette, can I ask you something?” I asked.“You are talking to me right?” Jeanette asked.“Well this one can't talk yet and I'm feeding her, so yes,” I replied.“Sure,. I popped her across her forearm just short of her wrist and broke both of the small bones in there. It was not a compound fracture, so, if she acted the least bit sensibly, she was in no immediate danger of bleeding to death. The woman screamed and fainted from the pain.I quickly confiscated all of the guns, including the Uzi and the .357 revolver the man was carrying. Each of the other three men had short-barrel Police Specials in .38 caliber. The woman had a 9mm Beretta. I was now the proud.