Steven Seagal
07-12-2012, 06:04 PM
Desires
12 Bellevue Street
Surry Hills
Phone: 92818480
Howdy All,
This is a review of Mona.
Now I am not a person for war stories, but bear with me, this fits my review about Mona.
In April of 1968 I was sitting in a deuce and half truck in a convoy travelling outside of Kontum, South Vietnam on my way to Dak To in the central highlands. After about 20 minutes outside the city a sniper opened up on the lead truck. The convoy stopped and we all bailed out of the back of the truck seeking refuge in a nearby ditch. It was at that time that the rifle of Specialist 4 Ernesto Jiminez (pronounced ‘He-man-ez’), discharged a round into my helmet. Thankfully I was not wearing the helmet at the time. When that occurred the following conversation ensued:
Seagal: Holy fuck what was that?
Jiminez: Sorry Lt. Seagal my weapon accidently discharged.
Seagal: You’re not supposed to have a round in the chamber and the safety should be ON!
I grabbed the rifle, removed the clip and ejected a live round that was in the chamber. I handed it back and told him to hold it by the barrel until we arrived at our destination.
Jiminez: Sorry Sir. It was an accident. I wasn’t trying to kill you.
Seagal: You have no idea how much those words are a comfort to me.
After that time I christened him “Blam” Jim-an-ez.
I never disliked him. I forgave him that event that could have resulted in my demise. Why? Because in a world of often harsh cruelty he was a guy of sweet intention. He had several sisters and he used to give guys his sisters addresses so that they could get mail. The sisters all lived in Nuevo Laredo Mexico, but all were sweet and wrote gentle, innocent letters to those who wrote to them. Mail was everything in those days and Jim-an-ez reached out to others who were lonely and had no one who cared to write. I know he and his sisters saved lives in their own way. Maybe not saved physically, but psychologically.
When I think back on the hole blown in my helmet from that M 16, I smile knowing in the end when the sun went down that night ‘It was all good’.
This brings us to Mona. Mona says she is 37, but I suspect early 40’s She has a c-cup, stretch marks and a trimmed pussy. He face is rather plain, but in certain moments an expression will come over it and she is actually pretty.
I think she is called Mona because she is a real moaner. She moans to make you happy. That is her big plus. In a world of cruel intentions she does try to make the punter happy and it is genuine.
What she lacks in beauty she makes up for in attitude and execution. Her bbj is fine. She actually sucks on the cock and not merely having it loosely in her mouth and bobbing her head up and down.
She puts energy into the whole setup and is not a star fish. In the end I enjoyed her in mish, cowgirl and doggie. Throughout she sought to find out what pleased me.
So, like Blam Jiminez, I can easily over look her shortcomings and, like the end of that day so many years ago, this one ended it with a smile and, for the moment, overcoming whatever cynicism I may have.
Till next time folks,
Steven
12 Bellevue Street
Surry Hills
Phone: 92818480
Howdy All,
This is a review of Mona.
Now I am not a person for war stories, but bear with me, this fits my review about Mona.
In April of 1968 I was sitting in a deuce and half truck in a convoy travelling outside of Kontum, South Vietnam on my way to Dak To in the central highlands. After about 20 minutes outside the city a sniper opened up on the lead truck. The convoy stopped and we all bailed out of the back of the truck seeking refuge in a nearby ditch. It was at that time that the rifle of Specialist 4 Ernesto Jiminez (pronounced ‘He-man-ez’), discharged a round into my helmet. Thankfully I was not wearing the helmet at the time. When that occurred the following conversation ensued:
Seagal: Holy fuck what was that?
Jiminez: Sorry Lt. Seagal my weapon accidently discharged.
Seagal: You’re not supposed to have a round in the chamber and the safety should be ON!
I grabbed the rifle, removed the clip and ejected a live round that was in the chamber. I handed it back and told him to hold it by the barrel until we arrived at our destination.
Jiminez: Sorry Sir. It was an accident. I wasn’t trying to kill you.
Seagal: You have no idea how much those words are a comfort to me.
After that time I christened him “Blam” Jim-an-ez.
I never disliked him. I forgave him that event that could have resulted in my demise. Why? Because in a world of often harsh cruelty he was a guy of sweet intention. He had several sisters and he used to give guys his sisters addresses so that they could get mail. The sisters all lived in Nuevo Laredo Mexico, but all were sweet and wrote gentle, innocent letters to those who wrote to them. Mail was everything in those days and Jim-an-ez reached out to others who were lonely and had no one who cared to write. I know he and his sisters saved lives in their own way. Maybe not saved physically, but psychologically.
When I think back on the hole blown in my helmet from that M 16, I smile knowing in the end when the sun went down that night ‘It was all good’.
This brings us to Mona. Mona says she is 37, but I suspect early 40’s She has a c-cup, stretch marks and a trimmed pussy. He face is rather plain, but in certain moments an expression will come over it and she is actually pretty.
I think she is called Mona because she is a real moaner. She moans to make you happy. That is her big plus. In a world of cruel intentions she does try to make the punter happy and it is genuine.
What she lacks in beauty she makes up for in attitude and execution. Her bbj is fine. She actually sucks on the cock and not merely having it loosely in her mouth and bobbing her head up and down.
She puts energy into the whole setup and is not a star fish. In the end I enjoyed her in mish, cowgirl and doggie. Throughout she sought to find out what pleased me.
So, like Blam Jiminez, I can easily over look her shortcomings and, like the end of that day so many years ago, this one ended it with a smile and, for the moment, overcoming whatever cynicism I may have.
Till next time folks,
Steven