Then three days of firing courses, load up the packs, and go back over it again.And yes, at this time there were no washing machines for us. Part of w...at we did each Sunday morning was going behind the barracks with a scrub brush, and washing our uniforms by hand. A bottle of Whisk detergent by our side.Chapter 2“Lussuria” is Italian for “lust”.Chapter 3Yes, the EM-50 Urban Assault Vehicle was a GMC motorhome, the only motorhome built by an actual car company from the ground up as a motorhome.. . 'I have one of my own.'I looked down and noticed that my sweating body now had an hourglass shape. My once muscular legs were long and slim like a supermodel's and my hips protruded proudly from my thin waist. ‘What is happening?‘ I asked myself as I noticed my penis withering to nothing and seeming to bury its way inside me. As it disappeared inside me it formed a pink flower that burned between my legs and seemed to be a pathway to my centre... ‘The center of what?’ I asked myself, as I. Then i moved tongue into her inner thigh the most sensitive area & her body started moving.Then I just blow air form my mouth on her pussy & what a way she begged to me plz lick it, plz lick & I was loving it so I just blowed 1 more time & this time she with her legs folded on my back & with her hands pulled my head towards her pussy with a bang & tht was so lovely & 1 thing I want to tell u is tht I am pussy lover I like lick pussy & she had clean shaved pussy. my tongue was moving from. 30 in the Catz' Lounge and bar.”She looked at the clock. She had half an hour to get to the Catz', if she wanted to go. Exciting as this was, part of her realized that meeting a random admirer of her burlesque act was probably not a sensible thing to do. She hesitated, should she ask some of the other girls? No, she decided. They would probably tell her not go or want to accompany her. She realized she had convinced herself. She would meet her admirer.After her act, there was not much clothing.