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All mistakes are mine, and I refuse to acknowledge them as the writer of record.I was sound asleep after coming off a hard mission and for a change I wasn't dreaming about it, but thinking of home which was even weirder. I was dreaming of hunting for rabbits in the snowy countryside with my dad and my grandfather. We always had rabbit hunts on Thanksgiving morning, and those of us old enough to go loved it. All the women were cooking, so we all took the dogs out for a little man fun if you want to call a 10 year old a man. Grandma would always beat the iron bell about two hours before the feast, so if we had gotten any rabbits we always had time to clean them before going in to eat. I could still to this day taste the warm cinnamon cider she always gave us when we came back out of the cold.I was rudely awakened by someone shaking my shoulder. I came up pushing my pistol under their chin as they leaned over me. It was an MP from HQ I found out when I finally got awake enough to. I blushed a deep shade of red but held my nerve and lent back across to her retreating face and kissed her full on her luscious lips. Almost immediately our tongues intertwined and we were lost in ech other. If that moment had lasted a 1000 years i would have loved it. I rolled onto my back and she lay on top of me, kissing wildly without taking a breath. "I've wanted this for so long" I gasped between kisses."Me too" was all she managed to get out before her hungry mouth came for me again.We parted for mere seconds as I pulled off her shirt and she pulled off mine. Her amazing boobs, like big apples, bounced infront of me in a lacy bra. My hands swiftly moved around behind her and snapped her bra off and it fell on the floor. She giggled and settled back down to kissing me. However now i slowly moved down her neck, kissing and biting her lightly. She moaned quietly as i got down to her lovely boobs, and I took one in my mouth and massaged the other. She was still lying on top of me.
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