I was a machine gunner in a rifle platoon. Vietnam was ugly but it also offered me ways to make money like I never dreamed of. We made and sold fake N...A flags to Air Force guys, sold cigarettes to mamasan, and dabbled in selling greenbacks on the black market. It took me three tours to get enough to stake me to my business.“In between making money, me and my boys made life hell for the Viet Cong around Dak To. We were young and dumb and full of cum, bloodthirsty warriors sure every day would be. Very lazily, she moaned as I entered her, apparently she was having a prolonged orgasm and she was still wet. I positioned myself and slowly got inside of her, got my naked chest on her breast and started to rub from one side to another. She started to moan again, I again got my thumb in her mouth from keeping her from shouting. Slowly entered her harder completely and started to pump. As I sucked her breasts, she sucked my thumb. I told her that I will cum inside of her. She nodded and wrapped. Well, I wasn't totally sure but I found myself telling her about my business and the problems I was having. "So you see, the word you used to describe those chairs -- motivation -- sounded like it might be helpful. Although I must say $325 sounds a little on the high side."She looked me over for a few minutes, and finally commented, "For some people it would be high. For the right customers, though, it's cheap at the price. Let's go see a demonstration."She got up and headed through the back. I cant say that I was angry, cause I definitely needed the assistance. '--And if you ever think about coming back here, I'll chop your dick off and feed it do my neighbor's dog! Fucking piece of shit!' Derek ended up speeding off with his door still open driving without headlights, it was kinda funny. Chris really stepped up to the plate that night, being what everyone would call a stereotypical brother, protecting his helpless sister. 'You good?' He asked, breathing a little heavy, sweating a.