Well . . . everything about my ‘condition.’ Every single day . . . EVERY SINGLE DAY . . . as soon as I climbed into my tank, there would be a pill...w on my seat. A very fluffy pillow. The ribbing didn’t stop until our compound was attacked one night. The Marine Corps prides itself on the fact that no matter what your MOS (Military Occupational Specialty) is, at heart every Marine is a rifleman. During the attack by a much larger force, I grabbed my M-16 and, with the help of my best friend,. He was right. Art and nudity went hand-in-hand. "I can live with that, I suppose. You'll probably make me look better than I would have anyway. I suppose you can show those, though I doubt you'll be hanging any pornographic paintings, so that seems safe enough."He nodded. "True enough. What would you like to do after we eat?" he asked, changing the subject."You don't have to hang around and pamper me," I said, finishing off the rest of my food. "I'll be okay."His dark eyes flashed. "I promised. I groaned, my back arching and breasts jiggling. She pumped them in and out while Daddy fucked her so hard. It was so hot. I clenched my pussy over and over on her fingers, exercising her cunt, keeping myself nice and tight for Daddy.She smiled at me, nodding her head, encouraging me. I moaned, humping into her fingers as I clenched and relaxed my cunt. The friction intensified whenever I squeezed. It was so wonderful. The pleasure swelled through me. I buzzed with incestuous delight.“Finger. So when he came I played music. I played the kind of music I liked. Then I started to play music he might like. The second week, I played a song from one of my favorite indie musicians called Cheers Darling by Damien Rice. It’s a break up song, sad song. I had my back to him when he spoke for the first time. “I like Damien Rice.” I almost dropped my coffee. He spoke. I turned around. “For a minute there I thought you were a mute.” I smiled. He didn’t smile back. He was quite the sexy man. He.