When his finger rubbed over thatspecial spot he felt waves of intense pleasure course through his wholebody. It was such a strange sensation, way inte...ser than just pleasuringhis cock.In a few minutes Mark was moaning softly, obviously feeling very goodsniffing those worn boxers as he slowly drove his finger in and out ofhis bottom. It was clear that once the pleasure took over he didn't seemto mind, and it was perfect.John sat there behind his computer stroking his cock to this girly whowas. ”I laughed, “A hell of a lot of good it does for them to fire at us from that range since they are just wasting ammo - which is good for us.”The final building fell under the onslaught of the artillery and they called and asked for more targets. George responded, “Sorry, but there’s nothing more right now.”I suggested, “George, we should get a squad and go check the buildings for unexploded ordinance.”George thought for a moment and recognized the problem, “Yes, that way the towelheads can’t. Owen ignored her, quickly getting into a conversation with the two pilots. Alice noted the wing tanks on the jet, enabling the craft to travel exceptionally long distances.As Owen came back to her side, she said, “Wait! I can’t go. I’m expected at work tomorrow. This is an important week because we have to close out the quarter and we’re implementing new financial analysis software.”Owen grinned and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. He touched the screen a few times and an audio recording. He confronted me about it and ended up teaching me the ropes. Not that that was necessarily a cool thing to do to an u******e k**, but at least it wasn't his son. Anyway, this story goes back to the week I turned 16. I had had sex probably two times already that week, but I wasn't about to turn down more. Both my parents worked, so I had the home to myself during the summer. I woke up with a hard on, of course, and promptly started to stroke it. My cock is big. Not huge, but big and.