But then, after fucked a good number of older guys, I soon realised that it wasn't an age thing – it just seemed to be that I hadn't found anyone wh... was as good a fuck as Mr Stevenson.But it didn't stop me from trying to find someone who did tick the boxes Mr Stevenson ticked. From around 16 to 18 I fucked a lot of men, hoping to find the perfect fit, the perfect cock, the one who made me feel like I did when I was back in school four years previous.But I couldn't.So it was one fateful evening. She was semi screaming, shouting, cumming in a frenzy of passion. I lay down on the bed next to her, looked her deep in the eyes, and asked her if she was ready. She said ‘fuck yes!’ Salvo stopped and stood up. Janie climbed on top of me and positioned herself on my cock. She sat there for a minutes. She was so hot inside from all the fucking she had endured from Salvo’s thick cock. I asked her to sit on my face for a minute as I wanted to taste her well fucked cunt. She obliged. Janie obliged. There wasn’t much more than a paper’s distance between his body and hers, as he suggestively rubbed his obviously well endowed package up and down her arms, chest, legs, and ever so near to her face and lips. I’ve got to be honest, the girls weren’t the only ones getting a charge out of this. My own dick started to rise while I watched the steamy scene unfold in front of me. At one point the guy was rubbing his dick thru his shorts and you could easily tell it was getting hard. He took my. I was clock watching - call it impatience, anxiety or enthusiasm - I wasn’t sure.The 747-200 had already made the trip, leaving forty minutes earlier with the men from Morton.When we landed the place was full of men and women, this time in JBG uniforms as it should be. Uniforms were part of discipline, moral, order and ended the preverbal question of who are you? Do you belong here?This was what Fort Dean had been built for - to be used aggressively, not like the day we made the un-announced.