He squinted against the howling, biting wind, the salt spray stinging his eyes. The security light directly above the door showed him nothing. There w...s nothing at all that he could see except the swirling sea spray and the dead darkness beyond the reach of the door light. Then the great searchlight from atop the lighthouse swung around and above him, reaching out into the darkness. As the light traversed the area, the light showed shapes materialised from within the swirling spray, grotesque. .. I mean tits and it felt uh, felt really good.”“OK good, and then what?” I asked, hopefully not too quickly. Even though she was my step-daughter, the thought of her rubbing her pussy was starting to have an effect on my cock.“yeah so, then I started rubbing my uh, pussy outside my shorts and that felt even better so I kept doing it for a while, but then it just felt weird so I stopped. Even though it still felt kinda good.”“You didn’t rub it under your shorts?”“NO! I mean ... well ... no, it. ’ The main character in this story was a paratrooper in the 173rd Airborne in Viet Nam. The Airborne Hymn, ‘Blood on the Risers’ is well known to all paratroopers, and dates from the Second World War: Blood on the Risers(Author unknown. To the tune of Glory, Glory, Hallelujah.) ‘He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright. He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight. He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar. You ain’t gonna jump no more. Chorus:. "Oh, shit, baby!" the naked blonde sobbed, curling her fingers into his long, furry coat. "I can't stand much more, Scotty! It feels so fuckin' good!"Hearing the dog whimpering with excitement, Abby could see that he was reveling in the taste and aroma of Mae's heated pussy.Unaware that she was being watched, Mae was writhing around on the bed in a wanton state of total ecstasy. Men had been sucking and fucking her since she was a teenager but none had ever given her the pleasure she got from.