She had a very nice full butt too.She took me up the stairs but I had to tell her which door to go in. I decided that she should use my daughter’s o...d bedroom. It was clean, neat, and very feminine. Ashley wasted no time getting naked for me. She even stood there naked and let me admire her nude body. She was even prettier than she had been on the surveillance camera. She coaxed me to get undressed quickly so that I could have sex with her. Oh I was definitely going to have sex with her but not. The war, and the draft would be in full swing. I had four years to find a way to avoid or accept military service.Vietnam had probably saved my life the first time around. I know that sounds crazy, but it did. The draft lottery didn't start until 1969, but 1965 was the year that LBJ really escalated things, and I was drafted two months out of high school. I was firmly convinced by that time that life was no bed of roses anyway, so I reported, and was in Vietnam before the year was out.I was no. "That's enough," he told me. "Save some for Mommy; she wants breakfast in bed. You got any orange juice around here?"The good thing about not having any friends at school was that nobody noticed how often Mr. Moore gave me detention.The first time was barely four days after his second date with my mom. The following Wednesday he gave me an hour's detention for talking in class, which was a total joke. I never said a word to anyone, but it made for a good excuse."Fuck," Mr. Moore whispered,. ” He walked to the bed and she lowered one of her arms. He hadn’t seen it before, but he now saw the condom wrapper in her hand. He bent to join her on the bed but she whispered, “Wait,” and grasped his hip. He stood back up and watched her as she leaned toward him. His lips parted when her tongue cradled the head of his cock. He closed his eyes and groaned when her lips moved over him and she began to move down his length, rolling her tongue around his shaft. He placed both of his hands onto.