In The Falklands, in Northern Ireland, in Bosnia, in Afghanistan, and at West Ham games against Millwall.I thought that would cook my goose for the jo..., but bugger it, ask a stupid question and you will get a stupid answer.After handing in the questionnaire my name, and those of the two other ex-military applicants, were called and we followed the bearded gent into a smaller room with another suited man sitting at a desk."Gentlemen," he got from his chair as he spoke, "please sit down and make. God she was drenched. Her inner thighs were sopping wet with seemingly unstoppable tracks of watery cum sliding down her legs. I'm gonna pound that fuckin pussy! Her juices coating his fingers; her entire cunt soaked; cum saturating puffy, swollen lips and merging with her sweat, made an intoxicating and heady combination. He leaned over her spent body, grabbed a handful of hair, pulling her head off the bed, and growled in his low voice to her ear, “open and taste what is MINE. Clean up your. So, why don't you go out and get something for both of us. French toast and a cup of coffee sounds good." He was well aware that about all she could do in the kitchen was make coffee.Michelle rose, thinking, "I have to keep him happy. He provides the lifestyle that I always dreamed I would be living. And, I worked way to hard to snatch him away from my gullible, trusting sister. So, I'll do whatever makes him happy." Michelle was way to self absorbed to love any man, or woman. In a patronizing. Dad doesn’t like me sleeping with him but Mom is cool so if he’s away we might watch a movie or something with her and then stay in my bedroom. But mostly it’s his place.’ ‘You like Julian’s place? Are you comfortable there? Feel safe?’ ‘Oh my God yes! His apartment is awesome. I’d move in if I could but ….’ ‘OK we’ll get to that in a bit. You’re comfortable there spending the night?’ ‘Well. I’d love that. But usually I have to get home by 11 because Dad thinks I’m over Cindy’s studying.’.