“I’m not sure I’d want to lay on this couch right now Mike but let’s try this.” Jeannie bent over the arm of the couch and she began pulling...off her panties. “Mike, check that end table drawer, usually there are condoms in there.” This was about as subtle as a train wreck but by now I was so damned horny that I’d have fucked the end table itself, let alone this nicely trimmed pussy yawing open just ready to be stabbed to life by my cock. Jeannie must have been as excited as me because in fewer. It was just a big fucking mistake.I'd been in the field for a month. Part of an elite unit of eight, snipers and deep penetration agents operating out of a base near the Cambodian border. Sniping. Spying. Working with the Montagnards. They'd spot for us; feed us info as we slipped back and forth over the border.It was just a small village, maybe one hundred people, up in the hills, about twenty klicks from our base. I hadn't even known it was there when I stumbled upon it after finishing a. Couples did it on the table, the floor, the couch, the kitchen counter, the workbench, the bench at the bus stop (with cars and buses passing by) or any other surface where you could do it. A washing machine in a spin cycle, with an optional dildo attachment should be in every home. A lot more laundry would get done. They also had something like one of our neighbors back home, a semi-hard saddle that just fit a girl's anatomy that went on the back of a motorcycle. I don't know if the guy would. ’“I don’t know. Well, how about this?” I said with a glint in my eye.” Why don’t we make this into a bit of a contest? We’ll arm wrestle for the right to own the land. If you win I’ll sell the land to you.”‘And what do you get if you win?“You.”“I rolled up the sleeves of my cotton shirt and placed my arm on the table. Hesitantly he did the same, silently comparing our arms, and judging that he was much stronger than a mere woman. I gave him the advantage of allowing him to count down to the.