"Pizza. Oh good. How much I owe you?" he asks. "That'll be ten bucks," replies Joe. "Here." "Thanks" says Joe. Joe returns to the car. Pete is still a... the wheel with the engine running. "Damn Joe, you fucked all those cheerleaders already. You are the man," Pete says sarcastically. "All right, all right." Joe mutters. They return to the pizza place. Joe goes in. "I have two pies going to 178 Bradley Court," his boss tells him. The two take off and arrive at their destination. Joe hesitates. Anne brushed out my wig, a red shoulder length one and handed it to Clare who had already put on a very tight wig cap on my head so the wig could be secured with a few sets of crossed over hair grips she gently brushed the hair until she was satisfied and said “ Your done Sue and you look beautiful.”I then turned towards the mirror and looked at myself and could not believe that it was me staring back at myself such was the transformation and it took my breath away, Anne said how stunning I. We all had our specialty at any rate and were not the average combat soldier. I led Lisa into my tent and started to undress. I first removed my battle equipment, handing each piece to Lisa as I removed it. She took it from me and examined each piece as she found a place in my tent to store it. She had it all as I stood in my underwear and watched as she removed her clothing to her underwear as well. I grabbed two towels and threw one to her as I walked towards the shower to scrub off the grime. Soon she had loosened her grip on my neck and started to push back and match my strokes. She also concentrates on kissing my chest and sucking on my nipples. On my knees, I am fucking her deeper and faster, faster and harder, harder and deeper. With every thrust, my balls are slapping her ass hole like a sledge hammer and she starts to cum again. I suddenly realize that my orgasm is blocked because my brain is thinking of being in my friend’s home and fucking his sister, I am fucking Kevin’s.