He held my hand tightly, 'Would you like a shoulder ride', he asked me?I looked up into his face, the sun over his shoulder made my eyes squint, 'Yes ...ncle', I answered him enthusiastically.He stooped and lifted me onto his shoulders, and I wiggled a little until my crotch settled onto his neck, feeling his neck muscles part and open my labia, my crotch melting into a grove that titillated my pleasure, and as such, my thighs were squeezing and relaxing as he walked, with his hands on my knees,. As she got turned on and was nearing her climax, she now referred to it differently. She now had a cunt and I had a cock. Love-making became fucking. Purring and gentle moans became guttural grunts.We saw each other every weekend, Friday after the retreat parade, and Saturday once the morning inspections were over. Friday leave required I return by midnight but many Saturdays allowed me an over night leave. On Sunday, I would leave with a fresh-baked cake or pie I would share with my room. " God, I'm wet," Randi breathed. "Let's go." Can you remember how to get to my place?" Sometimes I drive by it just wanting to ring the bell." Really?" Yes. But I'm always afraid you'll be screwing somebody else. Like that pretty girl who interrupted us after that meeting. Remember?"She was referring to Sholandra, who had stormed off in tears. "I remember," Laura said."Did you ever... you know, sleep with her after that?" Is that any of your business?" Laura asked sharply."You did, then. I. My hand automatically closed around the smooth hard shaft, no longer limp and unresponsive. My glans was shiny and bulging with anticipation, and my balls slid into their standby position. I was overjoyed. The door suddenly slammed into my back and there stood wild eyed Vivian licking her lips. Before I could lodge a protest, she spun me around and pushed me onto the head (fortunately, the seat was down). She straddled my legs and plopped onto my lap, fumbling to pull aside her underwear.