“Shaved balls, now then Dwight. Why is that?” “Sir, yes sir. Hygiene, sir,” I replied. I saw the smirk develop on Captain Lawrence’s face. H... was not convinced. “Get on the bed soldier and make that cock of yours hard. You have one option or you are out of the army. Do I make myself clear?” “Sir, yes sir,” I replied. He then did something completely unexpected. He unbuckled his trousers and let them fall to the floor. I walked over to the bed and started to massage my cock. I watched as. And I mean properly. Ok.” I said, “Yes, I will dad.” And that was the end of our little talk.Well I moved in with Maggie to mum’s disgust, but we put up with it. It took mum several months, but she came around in the end. She began by buying clothes and furniture for the baby, then a stroller and making my old room into a nursery. By beginning of he second semester, Maggie was really showing and she was taken over to Aunty May’s place, by dad. He stayed there for the night and came home the. I'd always thought tailors were the people who made clothes. Which, I guess, meant my shirt was either made by a fat tailor, which I doubted was the meaning, or was "heavily made", which was especially confusing as it was made of a very light material. On the other hand, it made as much sense as everything else here. The shirt didn't even have buttons all the way up; only about two-thirds of the way. It tightly hugged my waist, torso and chest, until it opened at the top to display a lot more. I said no but she didn’t care to listen. And she moved to my knees and said your belt was hurting me so far and started to unbuckle my belt and opened my jean and zipped down. Here my circumcised manhood popping out of jockey. She saw it and gave me a sexy look and said am going to fuck this and pulled down my jean from my left leg and jockey too. She got her skill and blew me completely. It was my time to moan and I did. She took it out of her mouth and said shut up or I am going to fuck you.