She had never really been one for watching porn. What she had seen had been too fake, and too much from the guy’s point of view. This was no differe...t…. And yet, there was a certain hypnotic fascination to watching this woman wrestle so much meat into her throat, with such insistent pounding rhythm. She couldn’t help but stare, and imagine the scene from the woman’s view, with all that manhood pressing into her face. She found the idea surprisingly exciting. She must have leaned against the. "Sergeant Lancing looked thoughtful as he replied, "Actually, you're right. I never really thought about it, but most Marines are rotated onto pickup duty at one point or another, and there always seemed to be at least one idiot begging for a Darwin Award either at the pickup or on the ship within the first day or two. It just seems weird that you are less likely to have to kill another human on a fighting vessel than in a branch dedicated to helping concubines."Deciding to change the subject,. Fishing in a location he had not tried before, Jakal spied a curved piece of wood, scoured smooth by water and rock, lying along the riverbank near where he stood. Picking up the driftwood, he turned it over in his hands, examining it closely.It almost looks as a bowl, he thought, bemused. It only needs to be carved out here and shaped a little on this side. He stood for a moment, uncertain, reluctant to discard such an unusually shaped object that appeared practically at his feet. Then. The panties were tight and skimpy, and I could see the outline of her pale pubic hair underneath. The lace was see-through, so I could catch the shape of her warm cunt past the crotch when she bent over or twisted around. The nightie was lacy, too, and the neckline was very low and showed her pert breasts. Her nipples were already hard and pink and erect, and jutted through the thin satin of the nightie. It was sleeveless, so I could see Cyndi's shoulders against the spaghetti straps. Cyndi's.