Then he licked it, kissed it, sucked it, over and over. “I love your sweet cock, mmm, I love sucking you, I want you to cum in my mouth, you have th... nicest cock I’ve ever seen”. More sucking, licking, kissing it. “Bob I want you to cum in my mouth.” It was so erotic I was ready to shoot, I was going to sperm on the walls of the closet. The major was moaning. “Oh, oh, God I love you Sal, don’t stop, oh, ugghh”. He came into the young man’s mouth but Sal couldn’t hold it all, he choked a little. Sometimes they would have me dress up in my school clothes before I came into their room and they would lie back against the headboard and touch each other while I undressed or posed for them in different positions. My father liked this more than my mother and there were times he'd cum as she jerked him off. I was their little exhibitionist performance toy.He'd be going, "Daddy's little school girl. Daddy's little school girl." and shoot his sperm all over my mother's hand. It was kind of fun. Women have told me that I am way too honest. I kind-of get that. Everybody expects some beating around the bush, at least in the feeling-out stages. To me, life is short. Or perhaps I am THAT insecure. Anyhow, I am not subtle. Apparently, nobody wants that, nobody female that is. What they want are lengthy bouts of flattery and sophisticated innuendo, suggestion, not bald statement. I had worked on my game throughout my twenties. And I had gotten enough pussy to dispel MOST of the rumors. Like most country doctors he was paid mostly in kind for his services, and returned from his morning visits with a plump capon, which became our dinner that evening.Ruth taught the young children of the village their letters and simple arithmetic, charging a penny a week per pupil, but even then was seldom given her proper due.I felt I should contribute towards their household expenses, and thought to seek work as a ploughman, the only skill I possessed of use in a rural community.John was.