Of course I went with her to spend the weekend with her, and then would have to return to camp by train. On the Saturday night we went to the club as...usual, word had got out about what had happened to me. Irene and the others got as big kick out of it and I was teased something horrible. No sorry feelings amongst that lot, but by then I were seeing the funny side of it. After the club closed, and with a bunch of the other girls was invited back to Margaret’s to continue to party. It went on. 45; at least that should do the job. Shit! Mortars! "INCOMING!" Lt. Dave Crusic shrank down in the trench a little farther and hoped to God that the Chinks didn't have the range perfectly. As long as the mortar rounds landed only a few yards away, there was a good chance of surviving. The problem was that they would continue to drop in the mortar rounds on top of their own men, forcing the Americans to hunker down and not shoot at the oncoming "human wave." Often, in this type of attack, more. Ken was a particular thorn in his side. Ken was his best friend. Since September 13th, he’d fantasized continuously about sucking Ken’s beautiful cock. Ken was well endowed for a 14-year-old white male, attaining a full 7” long when erect. His erection stood perfectly straight, somewhat thicker than Gilbert’s at 1” diameter, and tipped with a gorgeously shaped head. Ken had let Gilbert suck the beautiful thing 6 times now. He wouldn’t ejaculate into Gilbert’s mouth, claiming the idea disgusted. Then I thought that a woman can't just walk into a place like that and control the situation from getting brutal or worse.At first I thought to just do the glory hole but as the months passed the thought of going unprotected at my most fertile time like in those black bred stories and movies fed my fantasies, over and over I would fantasize and have dreams about it. The more I thought about doing it the hotter I got thinking about the risk of being unprotected and that impregnation dangerous.