And she had tried to change and conform — how she had tried! There was the hair-removal tonic ordered discreetly from a newspaper advertisement — ...t had burned her tender skin and turned her once-lush hair brittle, but it had not removed it. Rather, it had had the perverse effect of making her pubes stand out straight, so that they were even more noticeable than before and poked her chafed skin when she put on her underclothes in the morning. There were also her vain efforts at trimming the. The bullets don't even penetrate that heavy coat the bastard is wearing. Well, when he gets close enough, I'll plug him with my .45; at least that should do the job. Shit! Mortars! "INCOMING!" Lt. Dave Crusic shrank down in the trench a little farther and hoped to God that the Chinks didn't have the range perfectly. As long as the mortar rounds landed only a few yards away, there was a good chance of surviving. The problem was that they would continue to drop in the mortar rounds on top of. She coult really spit, because her pussy was splashing in her own juice. I put my forefinger in her pussy. I started fingering her, first my forefinger, and then my middle finger was join to the fingering. Rose told me:-Baby, stop it! If you continue, I’ll cumming anon.-Okay. I don’t want to break this game.-Do you have any condom?-No. Raily and I don’t use condom for the sex. Why? Do you use?- You know Honey, we have sex one or two times in a month, so I don’t take contraceptives. The condom. It had been one hell of a week and it was only Thursday. Her tight red dress twirled with each movement. She left her shiny red three inch heels on to get the wine glass down from the middle shelf on the upper cabinet. She popped the cork on her favorite Moscato. Then she stepped out of the heels and kicked them aside. She poured the rosy colored wine nearly to the top of the glass. She took a long drag out of the glass, as the fight with her husband, Kyle, ran through her head. He had extended.