The Jarheads I am billeted with are either too unimaginative or too stupid to grasp the concept of their own grisly death. I guess that’s why we cal... them “bullet catchers.”But then again, they’re kids. I am a little older and a whole lot wiser. And so, if there’s a call to do anything ill-advised I am ALWAYS at the back of the line.Fortunately, nobody sees me for what I really am - which is a totally non-aggressive geek. Everybody thinks of me as some kind of swashbuckling, latter-day,. I did as I was commanded and as I began to focus I would see a tv monitor. My ass wasn’t being fisted, but being worked by a machine; slow rhythmic strokes were being administered. Watching intently as if it was happening to someone else I noticed the machine and my bench were slowly being pulled closer. With almost every stroke my ass was being invaded deeper and wider. The thing inside me was getting ever thicker the more of it entered my hole. I could see my cock standing upright and shiny. My turn shortly came and I said truth, because God only knows what dare was going to bring. Angel asked me Billy, If you could bang anyone in this room who would it be?. Terrified to answer your sisters, I blurted out Lisa. The room got quiet after a few gasps and even Lisa seemed a little taken back by my statement. I could feel my face turning red and couldnt wait for the next persons turn. Finally as if my prayers were answered it was someone elses turn. My salvation was short lived,. The sex is fantastic, our shared love is warm and comforting, our home is as much a home as if it were filled with kids and puppy dogs. Sometimes I wonder if I'm imagining the whole thing, and that one day Annie will pop out of existence, never to reappear. Well, if that turns out to be the case, at least I can say it was a beautiful dream and not a nightmare. I wouldn't mind being lost in that fantasy forever.But the arrival of spring wasn't all daffodils and sunshine. First it was Daisy who.