”“That shouldn’t matter,” Brody replied, feigning anger. “You can’t ever let a fucking Navy puke best you. No Reaper is ever going to knuc...le under to some Navy puke.”Brody spit on the ground. Well, that part he truly believed. They were the Reapers, after all - dickheads beware and everyone else stay the fuck out of our way.“And what’s this I hear about it all being over some conk? We’re the fucking rock stars of the Marines, man. Fighting over a conk? Does that sound like what rock stars. With a soft moan, she lowered her hips and impaled herself, exhaling loudly at the pleasure of penetration.She rode him slowly, hips rocking patiently. Filled with bliss, she marvelled at the man beneath her; what a difference four years had made. His transformation from gangly, nerdy teen to buff, suave man was nothing short of miraculous. Breath-taking. Why had she never seen his potential? He’d always been around, lurking in the shadows, whenever she’d hung-out with Cass, but she’d never. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day."The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, and an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat.The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was chilly but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed."Hello, Mr. P," she said. "Do you want to play?" What did you have in mind?" I asked,. I’m willing to take the risk if you are,’ she whispered. ‘Are you certain?’ I asked. ‘Yes. Make love to me now. Please.’ I kissed her deeply and she kissed back. I then licked along her breasts before kissing down her flat stomach. I sat up and slowly pushed my cock inside her, thrusting steadily. Marissa smiled and began to moan. It felt wonderful to finally express our love like this. Marissa’s pussy was nice. It didn’t seem like she had given birth to anyone. Though admittedly, I did not.