Megan was the first to drop to her knees and gave him a noisy blow job, while me and Mathilde took off our shorts and skirt respectively. Andy had a g...eat body. He was lean, but toned with great arms and a sexy V shape from the back and Mathilde and I helped ourselves to handfuls of him, squeezing his ass and stroking him between his firm thighs. “Let me have some Megan,” I said, nudging my friend out of the way. Andy’s cock was hot and throbbing as my lips covered the end. He was so hard and. "Matty you can't leave! They promised you those days off!" Matty hugged her back, happy she was back in his arms. "They can do whatever they want. They need my unit overseas so I have to go, unless I have a family and I don't." Grace had begun to cry holding tightly onto his shirt as she did as though he was going to be taken away from her if she let go. "Hey, stop crying, Sweetheart!" Matty said pulling away from her and sitting up with her on his lap. "You have shed too many tears over me. I. The back of her cheerleader skirt was partially resting on my chin. I thought I was going to die and I wondered how they would write my epitaph and if they would say that I choked on a cheerleader’s ass.“Now … THIS is what you deserve you fucking West-sider!” And with that, she rose and suddenly dropped hard, right on my face. Right on my face! Her butt---right in my face! It was humiliating! My head hurt. Her aim had been perfect. How do I know? Well, because my nose was wedged. I began to rub it as if I were trying to feel the outline of his cock. Trying to confirm what he was saying. My small fingers found the zipper and I nearly drew them down when he took my hand away. 

That was all for the night, he told me, but I was drawn to his crotch now. It was on my mind for the rest of the night. I don’t remember why exactly, maybe some inclination of homosexuality within me, or just child-like curiosity, but I needed to see my father’s cock to believe it. I wanted to.