A fireplace was in the room. He light it for warmth. He could now see it had a big soft bed and a couch. It had nothing on its stone walls but two bar...d windows. He also had taken notice that it had a bathroom complete with a big bath tub and a separate shower. The door locked from the inside and he found the key to it under the couch. This was the perfect room for his job. He was very exited at this time and his 8inches were already hardening. Walking down to the second story of the house. I went out the next night and was cruising around. It wasn’t long after that experience that I met Steve, a married man in his 40’s who lived at a motel on the San Mateo/Belmont border where the lights of it just said “otel” (which he and I had called the “no-tell, o-tell”) and his wife was apparently in the county jail. Steve was a man I picked up while driving around one night after work So, he took me to his room at the “otel” and introduced me to smoking cocaine (or, crack…) It was a. Val’s hands held my head. Her body rocked and mashed her cunt against my face. With heavy body shudders she came over my mouth. As I lifted my glistening face from her dripping gash a thought entered my mind. I retrieved the sash from her coat and loosely tied Val’s arms above her head to the table legs. She could escape, if she wanted to. She didn’t try as I went to the bathroom and returned with my shaving kit and a towel. Using hot water from the kitchen sink I lathered the flesh around her. It's amazing how fast a man can learn when he's being shot at! These .50s were hell on wheels when it came to stopping a human wave attack, as long as the crew didn't get killed too soon. Without artillery support, the MGs were the platoon's main hope for survival.There were 4 bunkers in an arc along the trench, and the platoon had managed to do a lot of detail improvement on the hastily built structures they had inherited from the South Koreans. The week that Dave's platoon had been in place.