I catch a glimpse of a pair of thin white cotton panties as her nightdress rides up.Heather puts her left arm around me and leans in for a kiss. Hesit...ntly at first, and then with more conviction, I kiss her. Her lips are so soft and so welcoming. She is shaking a little. We both know this was wrong, but we both want it. I reach under Heather's nightdress and take hold of the waistband of her panties. She raises herself off my lap and allows me to roll her panties down her legs and onto the. She pushed the fork toward my mouth. Her eyes were glazed. Mine were fearful."Oooooooo I love this!" she squealed with triumph. "A peasant's first taste of shit--my shit! So exciting!"The fork was under my nose. It stopped. I brightened. The bluff was over! But then, she pushed it forward and I felt the top of her shit brush my lip. I was horrified! I was frozen. "Now, close your fucking lips. Seal them to the fork. (pause) Very good. Now keep them sealed while I pull this shitty fork out of. Turn out, it wasn't and that it would be hard in this regard.He said he wanted a good discharge this weekend, but he doesn't know who,because I'm married.He said he wanted to call some girl.I decided to torture him.I asked him if he remembered having fun with me.Of course he does he said.She said she liked it with me.I asked, what exactly did you like?He was a little angry,he said he was having a hard time and I'm still mocking him.I am pleased to remember and to dream pleasantly,explained to. His most startling physical feature was his face. Wide bright deep blue eyes with a small upturned nose. His lips were full and sensual. With his longish hair curling over his ears, Alan looked almost feminine rather than the mischievous boy he actually was. He sometimes wished he had a scar or tattoo or anything that would help him look older and tougher. But everybody loved little Alan just as he was. He got lots of family hugs and was welcome in everyone’s lap. He had just started to.