. I mounted our bodies, my cock sliding against one of our thighs. I slid up the flesh and ... nuzzled at my own pussy. I felt my silky curls about th... sensitive tip of my thick cock. I whimpered, finding the entrance to my pussy.I thrust into myself.I felt my hot pussy engulf my cock at the same time I distantly felt myself being penetrated. My sleeping body clenched down on my wooden dick. I let out a whimpering moan, my wicker body quivering.“We’re in your pussy, Ava!” gasped Aingeal. “This. When I woke, I jumped out of the sleeping bag and I looked outside really quick everything was where it was supposed to be. That’s when I looked down I could see that I was nowhere near 64 years old. My body looked around 25 years of age and it was in great shape. It was no dream. It was real.Still I was not scared, in fact I was happy. I could feel the strength of 10 men. I look down again, and I stopped and my eyes must be wide open. It was my manhood it was ne near what it was before.. Our living quarters are called berthing areas; each man gets about 15 square feet for sleeping and storage of personal items. The berths have a reading light, a ventilation duct, an earphone jack for the boat's audio entertainment system and a curtain to provide a small, but welcome, measure of privacy. Because of the challenging living conditions aboard a submarine, the crew builds a strong bond of fellowship to one another.I didn't receive my first letter until we returned to port; it had. After doing this he realised what he did was pretty fucked up but he couldn’t help but feel turned on by it, so he hid the panties under his bed. He then got changed into his comfortable shorts and singlet, and had a nap. Later that afternoon, James had fallen asleep in the lounge watching TV and his sister, Rachel came home. She had obviously had a long day at school and after getting a drink she came and sat on a lounge chair across from James. That was when she noticed he was sleeping, and.