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One day I was shit talking with one of my co-workers about his Navy experiences.
A couple of years aback he was on shore-leave somewhere in the Far East drinking in a night club with his mates when he was approached by a beautiful woman.
“Mike,” he said, “if you seen how gorgeous that thing was, like a playboy centrefold; legs, breasts, face, body, she had everything, I couldn’t believe my luck.” I said, “Oh God Alan, you lucky dog, so what happened next?”
He said, “Well Mike, things went really well and we eventually ended up at her apartment and we started to make out.
I took off her top and her bra to expose those fantastic breasts. Sucking and biting them. But then I stuck my hand up her skirt------------------- I got a prick and balls in my hand."
I was horrified. “Oh my God Alan, I mean Jesus Christ, so what did you do?”
Alans face darkened. His jaw tightened. I could see his fists clenching.
I was getting worried. Oh my God I hope he didn't kill her.
“ Mike, ----- Mike, -----let me tell you something."
He pointed a trembling finger at my face. "Mike, if you’d seen that thing you would have fucked it.”