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Just looking for some sexy nsa fun, curvy ladies please step to the front, I absolutely love oral, I am very clean and discreet, trimmed not shaven, sorry all you non hair lovers!

My only bug bear I have is peeps who dont reply to say thanks but no thanks, its not hard to be nice and cost's nothing to message someone back even if it is a no.

There is nothing like a Soldier. He loves vodka and tabs. His emotions are impenetrable yet his shoulders are soft for those that need someone to lean on. His hands are firm yet know exactly where they need to be. If he has his arms wrapped around you your either in the last moments of your life or the safest place you could ever be. He's stubborn but will let you have your way just to see you smile. He's deadly with a rifle and gentle with a child. He plays poker with the devil but guards the gates of heaven. He curses like no other but is a perfect gentleman. He has a thousand yard stare but when you look into his eyes it's the most comforting thing you've ever felt. The Army trained him as a weapon but raised him as a lover. He knows every part of a rifle as well as he knows every curve of his woman. There is no other man like him. Whether you love him or hate him both is a privilege. He could be your worst nightmare or your sweetest dream!

They joined for many reasons, to march, to sail, to fly; they went where they were posted but nobody joins to die. Their leaders talk on TV; what else could we have done? But those leaders lost no daughters and none has lost a son. So heres to all our soldiers wherever they may be and heres to all their families, I raise my glass to thee!

A Soldier is a son, a cousin, a brother, a father, a husband, a lover ?.... but most of all, a Soldier is never really far away. A Soldier lives in our hearts, cherished with our love, remembered and prayed for everyday.

THE FINAL INSPECTION The soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass.

He hoped his shoes were shining, Just as brightly as his brass. 'Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?' The soldier squared his shoulders and said, 'No, Lord, I guess I ain't. Because those of us who carry guns, Can't always be a saint. I've had

to work most Sundays, And at times my talk was tough. And sometimes I've been violent, Because the world is awfully rough. But, I never took a penny, That wasn't mine to keep, Though I worked a lot of overtime, When the bills got just too steep. And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear. And sometimes, God, forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears. I know I don't deserve a place, Among the people here. They never wanted me around, Except to calm their fears. If you've a place for me here, Lord, It needn't be so grand. I never expected or had too much, But if you don't, I'll understand. There was a silence all around the throne, Where the saints had often trod. As the soldier waited quietly, For the judgment of his God. 'Step forward now, you soldier, You've borne your burdens well. Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, You've done your time in Hell.'

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