Slowly, Dad pumps my hole with long even strokes. He finds that sweet spot.I moan with pleasure, the pleasure that Dad bestows upon me.“You’re a g...od boy. Dad loves fucking his boy,” Dad breathes. “Such a tight little ass, boy.”I moan with pleasure at the compliment and Dad’s cock fucking my ass. Dad knows me better than anyone, and knows that it is my goal to please him.Dad wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer still. Dad’s pumping becomes more aggressive, faster, but not hurried. Dad. His service uniforms, mess uniform and sword he would leave for Andrew to sell, with instructions that the money go into the fund for the widows of the enlisted. He sat back down and contemplated what he would do. At twenty-eight, he was out of a job. The army had been his career and he had loved it, having a natural affinity for the Ghurkha troops under his command. He thought he had won their respect in numerous engagements along the North West Frontier, rising from Cornet to Lieutenant.. Everything? Idoubt it, he thought.Wife. I haven't thought about Helen as a wife in ages. She calls me herwife instead and well, what am I? As Frankie began to dial, he hung upthe phone. What should I say? Should I tell her anything? Should I behurt that she hasn't called? What had she been doing for the past fewdays and why hadn't she called him? Frankie sat there feeling the turmoil in his stomach and his eyes wellingwith tears. This was no good. Why was he feeling like such a woman overthis?. "I could use a shower too," Amy said, "Want to wash me?" There was no need for an answer as Eric took her hand and led her back into the large clear glass enclosure for a thorough cleaning. This was the final day of their Aruban adventure and tomorrow they would be leaving. On their first morning of the trip, Amy had come to Eric at dawn in this same shower and quietly given herself to him to fulfill their fantasy of him taking her anal virginity. Now, two days later, she was ready to build on.