Pinning her hands down with mine, i removed her pallu with teeth. Her hot lemon-skinned body was shining in the bright afternoon sun. Her blouse was t...ght against breasts and i went down to unhook them. “Time for me to reveal your fruits, Valli”. She closed her eyes in shyness “Shee your fucking me in sunlight..” I said “I want to see what am eating clearly”. She closed her eyes, i unhooked her blouse.. She wore no bra, Her perfectly sized Breasts sprung out. My delight was to the max..My. I just had to add, "I find you very attractive."It was an eternity, and my delivered drink nearly empty, when she spoke up. "Lets go somewhere more private." My eyes snapped up into hers, and she shared a long gaze and I knew she didn't find my kink humorous. She also didn't let me wallow in her words very long, "Lets go before I loose my nerve."That was enough, I practically jumped up, paid for the drinks, lead her gentlemanly out the establishment down a few hundred feet to a rather nice. After some crazy Red drove a truck full of TNT into the brothel Tommy was spending his shore leave…well…I guess that old 3 wood became mine. But I was one of the fortunate ones. Instead of returning from the war with a gut full of shrapnel and a little purple heart pinned on my chest, I arrived back on American soil with my body intact and a hunger for the game of golf. In fact, the first thing I did when I got off the boat in the spring of 1954 was buy my own set of second-hand clubs. To pay. Jonathan had no underwear on which is a trait I soon learned he had lived with most of his life.As I reached in with one hand to release his now engorging manhood, I slid my other hand into his shirt and felt the manliness of his well-muscled extremely hairy chest. A sensation I had never felt before began to come over me. I neither felt afraid or ashamed but felt exhilarated and full of a strange new desire. Perhaps it was because I was in charge and could stop any moment I wanted. Perhaps it.