There were two voices, talkingnearby. One was a soft, high voice, and it said something I could notunderstand. Then the other voice, which was deeper ...nd louder,responded by saying my word.The soft-voiced one did not like the word. I heard it crying. I don'twant it to cry, because the voice reminded me of something happy.*****I am learning more words. Or maybe I am remembering them.I know, for example, that I am in a "room"It has "walls" and a "floor" and a "ceiling" and a "door"I want to. "'He said "our" guests. Perhaps... ' she thoughtAs most couples appeared in the breakfast room the Officer would politely provide a plate of breakfast to his companion of the night. Lady Johnson thought that some women looked as though they were at least contented with what had happened, while her friend, Vicky Carmichael, positively glowed. When their eyes met, they smiled at each other.When General von Buelow came down to breakfast his red-haired companion looked very unhappy and tired, and. I didn't know I could produce so much cum, my prick spurted into my mother's wet hairy pussy, and she held me tight as she felt the hot wetness of my sperm flooding her insides.Afterwards she kissed me as I lay in her arms, and whispered, "Was it good for you Mark darling. I could not bear to break the embrace.?" I just hugged Mum as tightly as I could, not trusting myself to speak, and Mum continued, "You'd better go back to your own bed now. you certainly should sleep well after this!"She was. I began to get bolder and want more. Within a few afternoons, I was touching his leg or arm in appreciation as he pleasured me. Then, as if by instinct, I nervously moved my hand to his hanging cock and balls. That’s all it took, I was hooked. He felt so amazing in my hand, his veiny shaft hardening to my touch, his balls tightening. Feeling another man’s manhood, giving him pleasure like he had been giving me, I loved it. It felt so natural, so right and I wanted more, so much more. Jim stood.