. Then I decided to text Robert and ask to record the whole thing.. No reply for about 5 minutes and it felt like 20, I had to convince myself 20 time... not to go down.. After what felt like an eternity, I get a reply, my heart racing I go to open the message and it reads "she's still working the monster, her little hands aren't enough, I'm trying convince her to lick my balls she won't budge, but she keeps fondling em and telling me there huge!" I reply "you weren't suppose to ask for anything. I had to admit, this was fun as hell and the scope on this rifle was more than spot-on - it was perfect. I had never fired a more accurate rifle. As always the suppressor heated up and the heat waves off it made it hard as hell to see my targets well. However, I could see well enough to blow the hell out of the propane tanks outside the mess tent. They didn't catch on fire because I didn't have tracer rounds, but it did make the Special Forces haul ass out of the tent. Things were good until I. Joe actually comes and sits next to me at the bar and introduces himself, in turn we make small talk for 30 minutes or so, have a couple more drinks then.... His hand to my groin! Cock for those of you who are as biologically challenged. I did not dislike this but did not know how to respond so I just said nothing and went on with the moment. I had to this point thought of myself as hetero but I was really liking the evening at this point, and was starting to show it. I remember telling him we. It arrived thirty minutes later, and I sat down to eat, flipping through the channels as I had dinner. After I was done, I shut the TV off, grabbed my backpack, emptied out my school supplies, then started the mile-long hike to where I wanted to go to try and find the rocks I needed.I walked straight out across my back lawn, then into some light woods that lined the property. A few minutes later, I came out into some hills. The area started getting rockier as I progressed. I found two samples.