He gave me a glass of wine and sat down beside me. "Why do you put up with her shit, Jack?" I said. "I know she is my friend but you don't deserve wha... she puts you through."He looked at me with unwavering eyes and smiled. "The death of her mother hit us hard," he said softly. "She is just trying to be independent."I took a sip from my drink, trying to act unaware of the way he was looking at me."You didn't get lucky then?" he asked."I don't really do that sort of thing." I answered, shrugging. .. couldnt make my mind up if she was awake or pretending to be asleep .. so kept teasing and rubbing her clit and dipping my cock into her wetness as i got harder was sure i felt her pushing back against my gentle thrusts my cock and ball ached and quite tender but a warm wet pussy wanting attention was well worth the aches must have drifted back to sleep with my cock inside her while she pressed against me i woke up horny a few hrs later and still in a similar position to how we slept and as. He said the plane was ready to go, so all I had to do was to tell him to meet me at the airport.Wanda said that the day had been very quiet so far with very little correspondence or e-mails. I told her it looked like I would be home around midnight eastern time, depending on how soon I could leave.At two o'clock, we got the word the transport had left. I called John, the pilot, and had Hal take me out to the airport.Before I left the station, I chatted with the Station Chief about Hal. The. A lousy dick. A weird dick. All he would do at home was to hurt me in whatever way possible when our parents weren’t around. Be it, pinching or beating or biting over the arms. No Banging though!! I was still immature in his view, damn, that did hurt a lot. But whenever parents were around, he would be the good boy and make me look like the naughty one. I often used to harass him over minor issues like the remote/blah blah….Right from the time when I matured at the age of 13, I love the way my.