I guess I gave the same impression as the homeless man asleep in the stairwell. What I turned out to be, when you woke me, was more the psycho homeles... man with a box opener.I thought all that, while I took the quick wash off. When finished, I put on clean underwear and even clean jeans. I found a top that was going to be easy to get off. I wasn't dressed like a stripper, but I did dress with stripping in mind.Jen actually beeper her horn when she pulled into the small back alley parking lot.. The man on the steps took the pieces of her blouse and wiped off his shoes, and then wiped her own pee from her calves and feet. Taking the other half of the blouse he threw it into the puddle at her feet. After a few seconds the fabric turned a dirty yellow and he picked it back up. Suddenly Sandra's head was yanked backed when he savagely grabbed a handful of her dark copper colored hair. As her head tilted backwards, her mouth gaped open and she gasped in pain. Sandra's eyes were bugging out. She felt so horny she holed me tight and for first time in my lifetime a girl kept her hand on my dick. That feel of her hand on my dick gave me a instant erect. She loves chocolates. She snottily said this looks like a dark chocolate. I said it is more than that. She was not leaving my dick as first time she was pressing and I feel like she was testing and she was playing with it.Now I said her to kiss it. She rejected how can I kiss it. Then I made her to sleep on bed now holding her legs. If looks could kill... ?“At the golf course playing golf with the CO. Knocked off for the day. Colonel Haas invited them.”“Colonel... ?” Warren Norman was completely bewildered. So Doc patiently explained.“Our CO. His suggestion is, shoot you as spies. Ask anybody. He said it. My fervent hope is, you get gangrene in your pecker and die in agony!” The three Army NCO s abandoned him on the gurney in the middle of the street. Nonmilitary style, they linked arms like the three musketeers, and in.