I'm so damn hard. I smash my cock with the whole mitten. Matt! Stand up and put your hands behind your back.I didn't think of that. Oh damn. I start g...tting up. Fuck!Matt! Stand up and get your hands behind your back! Now!Oh shit I move as fast as I can and slap my hands behind my back.Dad cuffs my hands together. Dad says you didn't move when I told you the first time. You didn't want to do it at first so it took you a minute. Dad laughs at me. Laughs again. And laughs again. Dad says, this is. He was swallowing and gulping each time your cock swells and cum pumps into his mouth. Your limp cock slides out of my husband’s mouth. I ask if you can cum more than once, and you say you can. I have my husband come lay on his back with his head at the foot of the bed. I crawl on top of him in a 69 position. I sit my soaking wet pussy on his mouth and tell him to suck it for me. I can hear him slurping my wet pussy and drinking the juices. I am soaking wet from making my pussy cum so many. Keep in mind most of my education had been at the hands of the military, which is strictly run and tightly supervised.Over the first two weeks, I gradually became friendly with a girl in my German class named Ursula Brendel. One day she and her boyfriend, Curtis Weiss, invited me to eat lunch with them. The tables in the lunchroom are round and seat eight, so I took a seat on one of the four benches surrounding the table.Ursula said, "You know Curt," and pointing across the table added, "and. ." he turned to display his back, " ... no scars. Not a single mark on me. And you certainly did not traumatize me." He took her face in his hands and peered into her eyes."You have to accept, as I have, that sometimes things happen. Whatever it is, we'll fix it together."He took her hand and pulled her to the kitchen. Towels had started appearing on the chairs after the first couple of times Rob's scrotum had hit the cold vinyl on the mornings they stayed naked. Rob had her sit, then went to.