I strut out of the bathroom and pull on afur coat- maybe my long black mink, which rustles so beautifully as Idraw it over my silky clothes, and look ...t myself in the big mirror.I am tall, so although I'm a bit overweight, the picture I see is of avoluptuous, fur-swathed woman, whose every accoutrement screams ofreadiness for sex with a man! This moment- the first full view of myaltered being- a tall, curvaceous, call-girl from a wet dream- is justthe beginning of my night of pleasure, a night. About midnight we had met a Syrian patrol on the Iraq side of the border. It was not a friendly meeting. They killed my point man Corporal Kidd, and then ran toward the safety of the border crossing as we counter attacked.I held my platoon at the border until my scouts came back with information about the company sized detachment bivouacked about a kilometer down a dirt track. Against orders I sent my platoon forward. We were all sick of taking casualties from these incursions which the Syrians. Tuh i licked my armpits bada ganda taste tha fir unhone french kiss kia aur kAHA kya taste hai tere armpits ka . she asked me to open her blouse by mouth i did no only bra was standing between me and 38 figure doodh tankers i saw her white bra maine kaha aap blue ya black pehen kariye unhone kahan toh chup rah tuh mera kutta hai phir unhone panties uttar kar unki gaand chaatne ko kahi unki gang gori but smelly tha i licked it phir cheed me tongue daalne ko kaha unki tatti ka taste aaya phir bhi. While I was impressed by the intensity of the fight. It did not look very adanced or the conflict of civilizations technologically so far advanced.Once more I became aware of my ring; Every time this happened I wondered why I never thought about this piece of jewelry and why I kept forgetting that I had it. While I watched these ancient million year old recordings, something struck a chord somewhere deep inside, as if I had seen these images before; familiar images that meant something to me.A.