It only took her two minutes but she got it on, and as she was down there she decided to tease my cock a little and run her tongue up and down my shaf.... Teasing me became one of the things she was great at, as she licked my shaft she looked up at my and gave me a sexy innocent look, it was hard to believe that this 5'9", fox-like Shangoy with a nice bushy fox tail and thin small fox ears, who looked as innocent as a little 5 year old girl was actually a sex crazy foxy chick.That day I learned. He then told me she already knew all about that, she read stories about that on the Internet. The only thing she doesn’t understand is what was in it for me, that it could be exciting for her, but she can’t understand how it can be exciting for me ! She is herself quite jealous. I told her I didn’t really know myself, but that I was 100% sure I would love it.She said that if it was so important to me she could think about it, that it would maybe never happen, but if one day there is an occasion. However, we did manage to send letters at least once a week.The day after I returned from Le Havre was just like any other day as far as the Army was concerned. I flew with Jack, Bill, and Eddie on a balloon busting mission. The only thing that kept it from being routine was that the wind was so high that the Germans never sent up the balloon. All we could do was to turn around and fly home, and, to be truthful, I was just as happy not to have to drop any bombs that day. I was still moping. She is an astonishingly cute girl about 5’2”, waist-length jet black hair, dark eyes and a tight body that screamed “fuckable”. I’m about 5’10”, slender, brown short hair as befitting my then-current status in society, easy enough on the eye according to certain discerning women.I’m doing my Vietnam service through the US Navy, which has seen fit to assign me to a ship homeported in Long Beach, California. Sharyn and I arrive in Long Beach in January, only to find out the ship will set sail for.