"Let me take off this pantsuit before it gets all wrinkled!" She was happy... at least they were going to make love, just as they used to. It had been...far too long, almost two weeks, but she hadn't dared tell Ertha that. As she struggled to get out of the jumpsuit, she could feel the flush of the wine she had had at Henry's and now the half empty bottle they'd consumed together. Her heart was pounding wildly and she felt a bit dizzy.Roy's kiss had raced through her like a thousand electric. ” I reached for his thick hanging cock. “Grab it goddam it. Hold it in your fist.” my mother bellowed. Fearfully but with some curiosity, I took his cock in my hand. It was heavy and thick…and soft but only for a few seconds. Soon it was hard and then sticking straight out at me. “Stroke it you naughty boy. Bill would like you to stroke his cock, right Bill? And the bitch likes it too. He’s getting a hardon too.” And indeed I was. I glanced at my mom for some support because all of this was. Maker’s hairy arse, Sierra, what happened to you?” His tone sounded so frightened, so desperate, I wanted nothing but to hold him until the fear subsided.I thought over my ordeal, wondering where to even start, when a few of the more horrific details I’d apparently been repressing made themselves known again. “Avanna,” I gasped, tears gathering in my eyes. “Faren!” The tears began to overflow, and I buried my face back in his neck.“Avanna?” He sounded confused. “That soldier?”“We have to find. Then we both sat in silence for what seemed to me to be a very long time."Well are we going to do this or not?" she eventually asked."Y-yeah, whenever you're ready," I replied nervously.I'd never done anything like this before and the fact that I was a novice at this kind of thing must have been showing. Knocking her scotch back like an old soldier, she slid off the barstool and took hold of my arm, then gently guided me from the bar out into the hotel foyer.I must admit that I felt somewhat.