If it is well below freezing at night, just be patient. The best description of what it is like to be a sniper was written by French novelist Honore d... Balzac, and is not even about a sniper. Balzac was actually writing about the life of a spy, when he penned these words: ‘The trade of a spy is a very fine one, when the spy is working on his own account. Is it not in fact enjoying the excitements of a thief, while retaining the character of an honest citizen? But a man who undertakes this trade. "Jack returned to his friends and showed him his score that he had justgotten. Jay, Alex, and Ryan were hesitant and they refused to takeJack's hit. Instead they were just going to drop some acid that Ryanhad. Jack laughed and shook his head...oh well...more for him. Jackpopped his head back and took a pill. As he did this he looked towardthe entrance and saw it getting closer. Music was blasting from theinside and the guys couldn't wait to get in there. He hoped those girlshe saw earlier were. I went to her cabin and closed the door sashikala said” nange, (nude boy), sit in front of me and open your zip and take my lollipop out”I said” please madam, this is office”She then looked at me with stern eyesI had no option , i stood on chair opposite to her and took my cock out from the zip, which she then caressed through her feet”At last she also was bit scared and allowed me to go,My all nights were spent satisfying both cougars ..Then friday smita send me a mail to take one week leave”. .." I touch my hand to my lips and taste you. My head swims as you moan deep in your throat. You are sweet, aroused, and likely very fertile. A drop of precum mingles with your wetness as I slide my cock between your perfect ass cheeks. You drop your head and grind against me, sliding your pussy up and down the base of my cock. I am beyond caring, my cock harder than it has ever been. Does your body know I am not your husband? Will your soft, fertile pussy ripple around my cock as I shoot into.