Dan opeens ziet ze wit spul langs haar sneeuwnetje glijden. "Mijn sneeuwnetje heeft niet Het is een warme zomer dag.Een meisje loopt over straat. Ze i... helemaal rood van de hitte. ze ziet een man met een lange jas. Ze loopt naar hem toe. De man trekt zijn jas open en hij vraagt: Mag ik mijn sneeuwblazer in jou sneeuwnetje stoppen?meisje"in mijn sneeuwnetje?" "Wil je?" vraagt de man"Ja hoor, dan heb ik het tenminste niet meer zo warm"De man en het meisje lopen naar een oud schuurtje. Ze gaan. Those huge breasts pushed up, struggling to be released. That big, sexy round ass, just barely covered. My god I had waited so long to take all this in. What and amazing sight.She just stood there smiling at me. I undressed in front of her. Seeing her like that just made me NEED to be out of my clothing. I walked over, put my hands on her his and locked into a deep, wet kiss with her. Her hands were stroking my cock and cupping my balls all at the same time.I remember thinking that I needed her. ”“Grim...”“Please. Do I have to go back to Fort Drum? I’m getting out now anyway. My commitment was up a few weeks ago. I can’t go back to my unit!”“Grim...”“Please!”He sighed and nodded. “I’m going to mark that you need to see somebody there for your PTSD. Grim, this is something we can help with. Family is important for that.”I didn’t budge, and he simply agreed to send me to Walter Reed. I didn’t know much about it, but I knew it was in Washington, D.C. and that was too far away from. . OH GOD, " His finger had found my throbbing clit. He gently squeezed the sensitive organ between his finger and his thumb. My eyes begged for him to stop... my entire body was nervously fidgeting. The probing finger dropped half inch and slid into my wet slit. It was immediately coated with my crème... and gently sawed in and out. His smile infuriated me as his actions were causing me such anxiety and... wanton arousal. My mind raced for a solution to this all consuming caressing and.