.. Call me Angel. Close to Goddess, but easier to type. >Angel it is. >So, what's this surprise you have for me? she asked. >I thought I'd send you so...ething back, if that's alright? I asked. >You want to send me a dick-pic? Why, Naughty, you really are a bad boy. Please do. I look forward to seeing your big cock. :-P>Well, I had something slightly different in mind. Something a little more... Interactive. I teased. >Intriguing. Tell me more. >The picture of your pussy... I'd like another one,. .. ahhhhh ... it's OK..."When she jerked his jeans down and the visual aid sprang forth like some too-perky cheerleader, she stopped everything and stared at it and said "Mmmmm ... Ahhhh ... oh Bobby..."Bobby was a big boy. He stood at six feet and an inch, and he swam a lot, so he was sort of wedge shaped, with wide shoulders and slim hips. He'd never measured his cock, mostly because he knew he'd feel stupid trying to do that. Besides, who do you tell once you've done that? It's not like you. A lot of new friends.When my time in Europe was up I went home for six weeks before I needed to report to Taiwan. I often saw Kim. She was never alone, and always with a different guy. From the looks of it, she hadn’t changed.I had had about a week left on my leave before I needed to report to the transit barracks for shipping out. I was reading a very good mystery novel when my mother told me I had a call. It was Kim.“OK, Jerk, why haven’t you called? Do I have some kind of do not interfere. For each, they were more in love now than ever. He reached up and cupped her cheek, ‘Have I told you today how beautiful you are?’ ‘Only once.’ He leaned over and kissed her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, finally settling on her mouth, which opened to let in his tongue. As they continued, the kisses got deeper, until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. She reached down and touched his leg, slowly sliding her hand up. Just before she reached her goal his hand stopped hers,.