But even back in my youth and beyond, I have to accept now that men touched women not just on their breasts, but even more intimately. I don’t under...tand how they could have known when it was ok to do that, what they had to say first in order to have permission to do it. It’s not relevant to me though, since any sort of contact is not what I want – I’d run a mile, as Miss Danica once put it. Then there’s the whole ‘humping’ thing. It’s not just to rub up till spunk point which is what I assumed. She did some more moaning talk….“….oh baby, you’d like to have sex with me, wouldn’t you Johnny. You want me bad, don’t you. I want you to want me, tell me how much I turn you on and you want me bad….tell me…say it…” I was in shock as I have never seen my mom act this way. I told her how I felt. “Mom, you’re the hottest mom ever. You turn me on perfect….I’m getting a boner…and… “ She was rubbing her pussy on my boner now. “YES!…go on!” she said. I was in shock at her actions. She acted like. Later towards the end of the battle we found out we were surrounded by upwards of twelve thousand regular North Vietnamese Army troops."I looked at Jack sadly, "Does that remind you of something, Jack? Like your Marines at Chosin Reservoir?'Jack nodded slowly and got this far away look as if he was remembering another time and another place.I paused for a few minutes as I gathered my thoughts and my memories. "The first six weeks or so weren't so bad, at least for us. But the grunts being. .."Liam trails down my body with his kisses. I wish I could feel his warm mouth surrounding my throbbing, cock but I know that has been denied to me. Instead, I need to focus on the sensations available to my erogenous areas and the intimacy hanging thickly between us.His tongue tickles down my left side, and then a kiss is planted on my hip. He continues down the crease of my groin, bypassing my cock as I hold my breath in anticipation. I'm beyond frustrated as I watch him, and my fingertips.