The occasion went out of my head and the weeks and months rolled by happily. When I saw Jenna pull up, early summer '80, my heart skipped a beat. I re...lised we had both moved on and I was remembering the last time I saw them together. This I could not resist. He worked on her car while she went to the shops. I recon she never paid him but acted as a bit of a house wife to him. She would clean and cook for him and of course the other thing. And that is all that interested me.He worked till after. She then licked my nuts and then started to give me a BJ. This was my fist BJ ever and I was 19 so it did not take more than a minute and I was blasting my first load into her mouth. I said I was sorry and she giggled, then to my surprise she kissed me and feed me my own load of cum. I was shocked but so fucking turned on that I never went soft and I swallowed my load. She smiled and then climbed onto my cock as she rode me cowgirl style as Ken laid back and watched as he stroked his 7" cock.. Since the door was ajar I pushed it open slightly to peek inside.I froze again as I spotted Jill on all fours naked under a hulking, sweaty black giant whose hard throbbing massive foot long, beer can thick cock ravaged what I considered the tightest white ass on the planet earth in long measured strokes.“Yeah you like this nigger dick up your pooper, don’t ya slut?” Chuckled the black man in my bed. “You’re Stud Jones married white bitch now, ain’t ya?”“Oh! Oh! Oh! Yesssssssss! I love your big. On his lap Lt. Erickson held a brown envelope containing the personal effects of the decedent. It was almost flat; a few Vietnamese coins, a set of dog tags on a badly rusted chain, and a second less tarnished chain that held the only really personal property, an old fashioned high school graduation ring. Despite protocol the lieutenant had peeked into the envelope before they left Long Beach. As a result he found himself wondering for perhaps the hundredth time how a Marine lance corporal had.