Before I met my marine I was an explorer. That led me to travel with my best friend to Florida for a weekend to visit her family. I met everybody from...grandparents to aunts then there was Ish. Ish was her cousin and a small thing, in stature and size. He was so cute and muscular like a body builder muscular, I guess it was to make up for his shortness. As soon as I saw him I wanted him. See I love short men because it makes me feel more dominant. So my 5'7 height to his 5'2 made me a little. "In the second paragraph I said I was not trying to win her back. Inthe third I apologized in simple terms. Then I asked her to give me acall. I thought about it for a while and signed it "Sam Haber."After I read it over a few times and changed a word here and there Irewrote it on nice stationary. My script was small and neat and thewords covered less than half the sheet. I spent some time on the weband using reverse lookup on her phone number found her address. Isealed the envelope, put on a. He was sent to a special home for returning soldiers, that weren’t quite ready to return just yet - or ever, he feared.Then left alone in a room at his own request, something miraculous happened. Control.He didn’t question how or why, but somehow, someway, he’d gained control of the noise in his mind. It was still there - always there - but now he could process, compartmentalize, and have conversations with others without wanting to smash his head on the nearest hard surface.He was healing, he. Her pussy lips were slightly parting as she pushed forward and backwards over my cock. She was extremely wet. My cock was sandwiched between my stomach and Christa’s pussy pointing the direction of my chin. Christa continued to work it back and forward. I had a hard time focusing and didn’t know what to watch, my girlfriend’s tits swaying back and forward as she fucked herself on the camera or at my sisters pussy grinding against me. That’s when I noticed the boxers I had chosen to wear.