I noticed the lock had been fixed, great. After locking myself in, I picked up the pink panties from the top of the laundry basket. Out of curiosity I...wanted to check her size. I read the label of the panties which read, 'UK-size14'. " So that meaty ass fills a size 14?" I thought to myself, picturing the panties caressing her big butt cheeks. Without further ado I got my cock out.I held the panties to my face and began pumping my cock. I was fantasizing about all kinds of things I would. Still, he was disappointed when no one met him at the train station. He took a cab to the house he grew up in, but before he even walked up the steps, he knew his home was gone.His mother gushed, and cried, hugging and kissing her 'baby' over and over, and was then pretty much useless after that. She tried, he'll give her that, but after the second broken plate, he pretty much gave up on the home-cooked meal he was looking forward to.At least, she gave an effort. His father never even rose from. " So what does that mean?"He pulled out a book and opened it. It was page after page of specialties they have in the Army. Each one had a letter and number designation. Like one of them was 51C, which was followed by the words: "AL&T Contracting NCOs will be assigned to the Army Sustainment Command (ASC)—formerly the Army Field Support Command—at Rock Island Arsenal, Illinois."Some of them made even less sense than that.I looked over at that poster again."What's that one?" I asked."Well, that's. I HAD to be fucked. I wanted a tanned native Hawaiian cock to fuck me hard. I made my way down to the beach with nothing but my small grass skirt and coconut bra. There were so many guys on the beach and I had to find the perfect man to fuck me. I walked down the beach and finally laid my eyes on the perfect man. He had just emerged from the water with his surfboard and I could see through his wetsuit he had a rather large cock. He was around 6ft tall with big muscled arms and a perfect six.