Four forty-five; god damn you George Bush, this is just too damned early to get put of bed. "Get your shit together people and clean up this pig sty" ...gt. Morales yelled, "I want you back from the mess hall by 0600. It's a two-hour march to the range and I intend to have your asses there by 0800. Now move it!"The day was a long one for Teresa Moore. A two-hour march to the range, hours spent pulling and marking targets, and then firing from the prone, standing, sitting and kneeling positions at. The next time I saw him online, I asked him how close he was to the town we were going to earlier in the week, before heading up to the cabin. He responded 20 minutes. Because I have a soft spot for older men, I told him to stand guard and be ready. Maybe after all this time I could finally meet him and, well, give him the blow job, I had always promised him.While my man was driving to New Hampshire I chatted with Ted. I asked Ted if he would like to meet at the retail outlets, if I could get. I didn’t say anything.“Now, let me shave your pussy.” Deepak said and went to bathroom to get shaving kit. Mom sat on the bed and asked me to lit a cigarette for her. I obeyed her. Deepak came with shaving kit and applied shaving cream around her pubic area. Mom was smoking and Deepak was shaving her cunt carefully.The telephone rang. Mom just pressed the hands free mode and started talking. It was Deepa (my sister) who was calling.“Deepa where are you? Is Rajesh also with you?” She asked.“Yes. ” “Poor girl.” I whispered. Emily whirled around and grinned at me. “Was I bad?” “From her point of view, probably, but she did get to dance with you.” “You think she liked it?” I nodded. Emily pressed close to me and wrapped her arm around my waist. She squeezed me, and then pulled away. “You want another one?” Of course I did. I was hard as a rock dancing so close to my favorite lady on earth, without a prayer of taking her home. I wanted to forget that she was a lesbian. Even more, I wanted.