Brad’s face returned a disappointed expression. "You don’t want me to spank you?"I recalled getting spanked by Bradshaw and what happened with my ...hen boyfriend afterwards. Brad’s cock was massive even by his standards, he was waiting for my reaction but my fingers were still researching the situation. "Of course I fucking do!"I shrieked. Every move he’d made since coming home from work had been almost in slow motion, then someone hit the fast button and in a flash I was moving in the direction. They included several press cuttings from papers and magazines where the RAF were all over him as a hero from the day he signed until the day he saved most of his crew when he crash landed his bomber. Then suddenly, nothing.”“Look, Mr Onslow,” Bob said, he never called me by my Christian name, “Gold’s a bloomin’ volunteer, an American citizen. That’s a neutral country, for Chrissakes, even if they is helpin’ us with war loans and utility ships in exchange for land leases for expanding their. He gently tapped my crotch area twice to feel my young cock and luscious balls, then he went in for the kill. Slipping his hand down the waistband and into my basketball shorts that I was freeballing in. I finally had to react and I moved around a little bit so he would know that I was awake. This did not deter him at all, as he moved his hand past the waistband and put it right on my dick. I instantly started to harden up as I had never had anyone but the doctor touch my cock before and I was. I'll take you there when you blokes visit." Here's the B&B!"We went in, greeted our host, were shown our room and bath and were given a key. We set up our bags and I asked about parking. That set up, we left. Ten minutes later we were home.It was familiar and foreign. It was home, but no longer mine. Everything seemed ambiguous. Five months had brought about major change. Even stranger was meeting Steve, Sarah's current beau, and Alicia, Al's date. Steve was only a bit taller than Sarah and.