If it is a Marine Corps aircraft, it’s Thursday afternoon and 120 minutes to “Happy Hour.”During training exercises, the lieutenant who was driv...ng down a muddy back road encountered another car stuck in the mud with a red-faced colonel at the wheel. “Your jeep stuck, sir?” asked the lieutenant as he pulled alongside. “Nope,” replied the colonel, coming over and handing him the keys. “Yours is.”Having just moved into his new office, a pompous, new colonel was sitting at his desk when an airman. I don’t think even her husband ever talked to her like that, and here I was, a thirteen year old, petite little girl, telling her that my sixteen year old brother was to have his way with her. “Sissy, I’m not sure about this...why don’t we all just have a good time?” “Well,” I said. I had anticipated her not going along with this plan, the spoiled rich bitch. “If you want, I can go to the cops and tell them all about how you and your husband raped me...” It was a bluff, but I figured that. His father was one of the most influential coaches in the state and maybe even the entire country. One word from him and a high school football player was pretty much guaranteed a football scholarship.It was pretty much accepted that Bill inherited his father's connections. To be perfectly honest, Bill did learn how to use his father's connections to make things happen for a lot of the high school boys wanting to get a football scholarship. I'm not expert on football, but there seems to be a. Pat eased his tool into her to the point where it would go no further and then pushed forward with his his hips. Irene grunted a deep guttural grunt. The stud fucked the mare long and hard, each stroke the cock coming out as far as the bell and then slamming back into her till the balls slapped. Carol sat next to me on the couch, me fingering her cunt and she idly playing with my cock. How long Pat was on her I don’t know, but gradually his balls tightened and his pace quickened and then at the.