He stayed like that without moving and started kissing me.As I responded to his kiss, he slowly pulled his dick back and started to move his dick in a...very slow movement.I started to enjoy his slow movement and matched the movement by moving my ass due to which my pussy started to leak the juices.Taking my movement as a cue he increased his pace and started to fuck me. He got my body moving with his to match the thrusts.I arched backwards, holding the side of the bed and wriggling with each. It bothered him a lot. And he blamed the war for that too.Travis was impotent. Never was before, but was now. He couldn’t remember exactly when he’d last had a hard-on, but it was sometime after he saw his first platoonmate perish before his eyes and sometime before he’d almost had his own leg blown off.He’d tried many times since to get hard and jerk off, but without success. He’d about given up.----A few days later Travis was sitting on his porch drinking an Orange Crush. It was late. Anastasia led the way through the tunnel of the main gates and then out onto the road and turned right where a small road went through the traveling faire and toward the cemetery, which was just east of the city on a small rise. Graydon called out to halt and looked around for Brother William, who was just stepping out from the tents of the faire, leading his horse."Hail and well met, High Paladin," Brother William called out in greeting.Graydon took the time to introduce William to everyone in. Sandy worked part time as a photographer. Free-lance doing weddings and such. They were going to move out of their tiny apartment and buy a house. Have kids, blah blah blah. They needed money. Vic needed a job. At twenty seven Vic knew he had his whole life ahead of him. A couple years at this silly resort was going to change everything. It took Vic almost a month to convince Sandy about Eban. He told her just enough not to scare her. Sandy was two years younger than Vic. They married straight.