The word was it might be a staging area for the Viet Cong or the North Vietnamese Army, maybe both. If everything went right, the infantry company and...the troop of armored personnel carriers left back in the wood line would then move out and join them. For the officer in charge of the operation, the plan had the advantage of protecting the men in his own company while risking a handful of troops. Vietnam was a numbers war. Should recon get shot up, the casualties wouldn’t be figured against. And if your daddy was hung like you are, I'd screw him to death."Jerry swallowed. "I--I didn't know I had a big cock. I just thought that daddy's was small." Oh no," his mother said, stroking his flexing rod. "Your father's prick is a little bigger than average, I'd say. Of course, size alone doesn't mean all that much. A man can turn on a woman with just a stub, if he uses it properly. But a young stud like you, with so much fantastic cock staying hard so long-- once you really get into. I struggled with his words. They were floating around in my head, I had to have misunderstood him. Nothing made sense. I stood unable to respond, my eyes locked on his bulging muscles, then in horror to his throbbing black phallus. "Your going to love this cock." he smiled. Looking more like a billy club than a cock; he held the monster at the base, shook it, pulling back the remaining foreskin. The head of it could have been mistaken for portabella mushroom. His massive hand was stoking the. "Pompous barrister."Andrew was cheered. Perhaps her earlier reserve and coolness were reaction.The clothes collection went without a hitch: three sets of everything with Katrina specifying the outer garments and Andrew looking for wide sleeved blouses. Jersey sleeves would stretch and should regain their shape when washed and ironed.Andrew had hardly got home when the telephone rang. He answered it."Andrew Whitehead?" Yes." Good evening. Nigel Wilson. My grandmother told me that Katherine had.