Other pictures were of him and other aviators, some famous and some not so famous. Above his desk was a wooden propeller, mounted like a trophy deer h...ad. Every flat surface was covered with flying paraphernalia, magazines, models, teaching tools, flight computers and charts.Regardless of the mess, Julie knew that in the airplane he was neat, professional and all perceiving. There were few mistakes that got pass his experience eyes.The only thing she did not like about going into Mr. Jensen’s. I met my friend, BJ, in electronics class. She was a sergeant and I was a private. We got along. I know she was different, I just could not figure out way. She finally told me she was a lesbian. OK, I cool with that. We stated hanging out and one she says let’s go to my bar. OK, I’m a GI, I like to drink. The bar was the only gay bar in a redneck town. I was a little freaked. But the night wore on, I became more at ease with BJ’s friends. One in particular, Samantha.Samantha was a beautiful. Reversing positions uncle entered me easily as I was already wet with my love juices combined with bleeding. It was more than a month since uncle had sex with his wife. He was so intense but delicate in his love making it made me mad. I felt this copulation should never end. My first sex was leading me to a great experience.I cooperated with him at each stroke by raising my hips to match his movement till a perfect synchronization was achieved. I wrapped my legs around him and was pulling him. Man that feels good, feeding my head that smooth smoke. "Look," Jeff said. "Let me show you." He stood up before me. "Take a real deep hit from the pipe." I complied, filling my lungs with smoke and listening to the hiss and bubble of the bong water sucking out the harshness of the hit while watching his beautiful eyes locked onto mine. I heard a zipping sound, and slowly unlocked from his gaze and looked down. His cock was sticking out of his jeans, stiffening like the unwanted bulge in my.