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- ~5’3″
- ~120 lbs.
- perfect perky C-cup tits just the way I (Auz) instinctively know they should be on females
- that flawless tan woman face, those flawless big girly steel/gray-blue eyes, wow… BONER
Even in her tan mechanic/flight suit, she looked hot, it clearly hugging around a Coke-bottle body of hers. She might have been flawed underneath, like so many (all?) of the failed Americans/humans (due to them focusing on perpetuating evil, instead of maintaining/stabilizing/righting themselves), but I never had to see it, so I was left with what I did/could see, which was total perfection. I wonder if her voice was as perfect as her face and general appearance. I hope when she returns to my life, it is just the two of us, or with many other ICVs and other perfect fuckbuddies of mine, and I hope we finally get to fuck like I always wanted with the original.
I’ll always remember how she happened to be sitting in the back of a canvas-covered pickup-style humvee… as I was sitting in the back of another such humvee, both of us being driven apart that day on Al Asad airbase, both of us waving farewell to the other, the energy between us skyrocketed into orbit.
I wonder if she was put there to bait or test me. I wonder if our energy/Vril was detected/monitored/plotted.
How I have fantasized about her since, hoping for her return, all these 20 years since my first deployment, when I saw her…
I was meant to see her.
Her eyes had my energy in them; she wanted me just as much, and was as controlled/limited/regulated as I was back then. Her eyes had that ideal/holy depth and brightness to them, too; she was another good person who had thought enlisting would make a positive difference/impact. She was a descendant of Angels.
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cleaning, then donning camo jacket:
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