I looked through that ajar door of my room, and I was not really shocked to see what was going in there. I knew that maybe someday I would find my son...masturbating on my bra or panties but after what happened last night, I kind of lost the hope of catching my son doing something like which he was doing right now. He was masturbating sitting on the bed; he had my red bra in his left hand. His cock was hard, around 6 inches or may be a little more, it was really hard and he was stroking it fast. It took the chill off the early spring night. Seated in the damp, musky dugout, he looked around. Across from him, asleep with his head down on the wooden table was 1st Lt. Cecil Woodburn. Woodburn was an outstanding officer. Actually Stewart felt Woodburn was a better officer than him. Only a few years older, Stewart counted the lieutenant as his best friend. Over in the corner sat the company’s other lieutenant, William Smythe, a rather arrogant, self important fellow. Smythe felt he deserved. I don’t know how I drove or how much time had passed, or what I was thinking until a knock at the car window brought me back to life. I just looked around clueless about how I came there; the incidents of last two days were surely having an impact on me. I opened the car window and saw the same little girl with her dolls. I remembered that I told the little street kid about buying two dolls and though I wasn’t very eager to have a conversation with anyone at that time, her face and the. The sound of Johnsy's moans echoed through the bay. Johnsy put his hands and Leah's shoulders and pulled her up. He hopped off the engine and pushed his pants and boxers to the floor. Finally he was starting to impress her. He stood in front of Leah sat her on her ass, the cold metal again sending shivers through her skin. Johnsy grabbed Leah by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the engine. Leah opened her legs and pulled Johnsy between them. He leaned in, biting and sucking on her neck.