"Even if it's not a real date, I thought giving Jimmy a little thrill is the least I can do to thank him for saving my ass."She surprised him by leani...g against him. He surprised himself by reflexively raising his arm to accommodate her, looping it around her shoulders. She cleared her throat."I've missed you, Chet."He wasn't sure what to make of that. "Well that's, uh, sweet of you to say."Sensing frowned at his trepidation. She shook her head and leaned away a bit, looking out the passenger. You never know your luck.This is a true story. All Uncle Arthur's stories are. He was a soldier.He joined the British Army as a Boy Soldier in the days when discipline was really tough, he said, and boy soldiers were super-men by comparison with the weedy bunch of wimps and women he sees shuffling around in uniform today.After six weeks of square-bashing, early morning PT in four below zero, forced marches in FSMO - field service marching order, he explained - five grudge matches in the Gym and. That's probably how it is with most women, despite all the stories to the contrary." I take a deep breath, because I had said, 'almost never get enough stimulation,' and I know I should explain. "But I'll be honest with you. A really thick cock can make me come without anything else. I barely get enough stimulation of my clit, but it gives me a nice long buildup and a good orgasm. But I can live without that, because before plain old intercourse stimulates my clit enough, I have to feel. “I promise not to hit you with a stick either.”“I’m a nig ... It ain’t right for me to think things like that,” he groaned.“You’re my blood brother,” said Johnnie Sue. “You can think anything you want.” Her eyes narrowed. “Did you have a dream too?” she probed.He rolled his eyes, looking terrified. Johnnie Sue grabbed his wrist, fearing he was about to bolt, and he stared at her hand, wincing.“I’m not going to hurt you, Jesse,” she said soothingly. “Nobody will hurt you. This is all between.