It’s funny how one of those dreams fell flat as soon as I looked at the future prospects for freelance writers. Now I’d just be happy if someone w...uld print my work and pay for it. This didn’t kill my dream of writing and world travel and freedom just yet though. My first taste of freedom was when I got my driving license the summer of my sophomore year. I’d borrow my mom’s boat of a car and just drive around. There really wasn’t much to do in my small Midwestern town than drive around, fool. Also, VERY HOT! She then grabbed the waistband and pulled the panties over her mons and down her thighs. She really has a nice shape!She sat again, and we began to talk dirty (she started it). Her first comment was, "So, let me see you play with that public dick of yours!" I asked if this was going to be a domination thing. She said, "Only just a little - trust me!" With that, I stood and began to stroke my cock. She applauded (very strange woman). I told her I'd rather she was stroking it -. And finally, George shot into my face over my lips into my mouth The three of us collapsed in a heap and the two cocks plopped out of my body, sperm dribbling out of both orifices.Frank rolled onto the floor, lying there. All three guys were not particularly long but were thick girthed and I was amazed at the flaccid cock that had been in my ass. It had felt the size of a bicep but infact was still bigger than my wrists.“Fuck, you were good he said, so fucking tight, you better come back. "Besides, I was developing this for the army. I was hoping it would be mountable on a smaller vehicle like a Hummvee or," he gestured, "a Jeep Grand Cherokee SRT-8."Finn examined the machine guns lovingly. He checked their actions, while his dad went back into the room where the machine guns had come from. He returned with three packages that looked like small, green backpacks. On one side was written 'Front Toward Enemy.'"I've been saving these to give back to the Army. Found them in one of.