A week before the big event I made the mistake of telling one of my co-workers what I was planning. Actually Frank had questioned me about why I seeme... to be so happy and excited over the last several days. Before I knew what I was doing, I had blurted out the whole thing. Frank thought the idea was pretty sexy but rather tame for married people. Frank was a huge construction type of guy who constantly bragged about all the women he slept with. After I showed Frank a picture of my wife he. The carnage was awful. Men by the hundreds were killed in just their first or second step out of their trench. Most were cut down in 'No Man's Land' long before any reached the barbed wire. It was then, the Germans turned and raced back to the safety of their trenches. Many were shot in the back before the whole attack ended. In all, hundreds of British were killed from the barrages, thousands of Germans lay dead or dying in the mud to be eaten by the rats.Frank always liked Paris. Having money. “Yes, you. Can you go down the hall and let Justin know we’re ready for him. And you can take your jacket off. We’re going to need you and Lori fairly soon.”“Yes, sir,” Rachel replied, peeling off her jacket and draping it over the back of a folding chair. She quickly turned to Lori. “How do I know which room Justin is in?”“Oh, just down the hall a bit there are two doors with stars on them. You’ll know which one is his.”“Uh, okay.” Rachel turned on her heel and left the studio. She quickly. I undid his belt and pulled his zipper down. He was wearing white briefs and his cock was hard as a rock. The underware had a big wet spot in them. Apparently he had been enjoying the movie. I placed my hand on his bulge and squeezed it. He shuddered as I slowly stroked my hand up and down. I could see the outline of his hard cock through his briefs and it looked about seven or eight inches long. I grabbed his shorts by the waist and pulled on them and Tom raised his hips so I could slip.