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Yes,I am happy for the freedom that all our brother and sister have fought and died for.and proud of everyone of them as a ex marine.
So you're celebrating during a somber day?
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Yes,I am happy for the freedom that all our brother and sister have fought and died for.and proud of everyone of them as a ex marine.
So you're celebrating during a somber day?
you think they gave there lives for all to morn? we celebrate there fighting for a way a life and not a mournful way of life.like I said,as ex we wouldn't have it any other way.
You reflect on this weekend.
Celebrate your freedoms on July 4
Give thanks to current service persons and those Vets on November 11
And you're an ex Marine? I have a former gunnery sergeant neighbor, he NEVER says he's an "EX" Marine.
Hi Landi.Actually memorial day was started to remember all branches of the service. My aunt Gloria says its intended to cover all the.wars Americans served and serves. Its not just for the dead but for the living.
However as.time goes it now represents the start of summer and three months of sun, vacations, swimming, and family bbq's.
If Uncle Bob were still alive we'd be at his place for a get together and listening to the past from those who were there. Serving was an honor not just your patriotic duty.
Actually memorial day was started to remember all branches of the service. My aunt Gloria says its intended to cover all the.wars Americans served and serves. Its not just for the dead but for the living.
However as.time goes it now represents the start of summer and three months of sun, vacations, swimming, and family bbq's.
If Uncle Bob were still alive we'd be at his place for a get together and listening to the past from those who were there. Serving was an honor not just your patriotic duty.
That all being said and respected...this is the incest thread. He says, remembering those summers long ago, spent with his sweet young cousin.
Back to the subject at hand...
I have a former gunnery sergeant neighbor, he NEVER says he's an "EX" Marine.
you think they gave there lives for all to morn? we celebrate there fighting for a way a life and not a mournful way of life.like I said,as ex we wouldn't have it any other way.
There isn't any such thing as an ex Marine. Except maybe for the few who got themselves kicked out of the Corps.
Nothing remotely similar has happened since but there is still definitely an aching when we see each other. I just wish I had the chance to prove to her that I am not a two minute wonder. Maybe I will another time.
Okey dokey.
To cut a very long complicated story short;
When I went to my brother's wedding, six years ago, I was getting over a rather harsh drug addiction. (FYI I've been clean for over five years now and very proud about that.) To help me with the pains I still smoked Marijuana when everything was getting too much. It was a million fold safer than the alternative.
Around half ten, eleven I slipped outside to the lake and sat on the decking in the darkness to smoke my joint.
My cousin, Stephanie, startled me when she turned up. She confessed that she was concerned I might have come out to stick some really dangerous stuff in myself but was more than happy to share the joint with me.
We chatted and reminisced about when we were kids. Back then we wanted to get married when we grew up. My Uncle told us that we weren't allowed to. We hid away in the garage for long enough to get smacks and hugs when we finally re-emerged.
We laughed heartily at that and when we calmed Steph' placed a hand on my thigh.
“It's not illegal though is it?” She asked moving her hand further up my leg resting where it joined my groin.
My libido, thanks to my abstinence, was quite rampant and immediately I could feel my cock stirring in my shorts.
“No, but it's not right, is it.” I told her.
Her hand moved to my lap where my cock leapt into life leaving no wonder in either of our minds as to whether or not I cared if it felt right. Somehow we were suddenly entwined kissing with our hands wondering all over each. Unfortunately due to my eagerness to feel the tenderness of someone who wasn't doing such things for any reason other than want, I came within seconds.
I apologised totally embarrassed as I was putting myself away.
Stephanie had different ideas. She was flat on her back arching her hips and pulling off her underwear.
“You can keep that out.” She told me hoisting her skirt up over her hips. “Out of your trousers anyway.” She pulled me on top of her.
I fucked my cousin not two hundred yards away from the rest of my family, on decking by a beautiful lake in the Lake District. Again I came to quickly but this time deep inside her. She wasn't overly pleased about that fact as there was no contraception involved.
We moved back inside and I noticed then, while at the bar, that she had lay in my first load when we had fucked. She fetched her coat, I fetched another... err... cigarette and we went and sat out at the patio.
Nothing remotely similar has happened since but there is still definitely an aching when we see each other. I just wish I had the chance to prove to her that I am not a two minute wonder. Maybe I will another time.
The thing I've noticed with some people is guys look for a girl like the one that married dear ole dad and girls want a man like daddy. Makes sense to desire older, mature, and mellowed out men.