We wound up with her on top of me, another probing kiss while we gyrated one against the other. She straddled me, sitting upright, wiping her secretio...s onto my throbber as my hardness bisected her buttery slot. She grinned at me, put a finger to her mouth, and asked in faux innocence, “Is that all for me? Did I make him all hard and angry looking?”“Yep, you did, It’s all for you!”“Oh, goody! I cannot wait to suck you! My husband won’t let me, he says it’s dirty, that it’s demeaning for a woman. ..The lower deck's celebratory party held in the Marines' Mess Hall was rather riotous resulting in a lot of polished metal in some obscure places found by the Regulating POs.McCock and his Flock with Felix and Sally participating with Evan Evans taking the notes held a Promotion Board in the Admiral's Office. He set out his proposals and then opened the group to discussion. The discussion regarding the "Sprightly" frigate brought forth a derisory grunt from Polack,"That frigate out masses. The boy's hands were now squeezing her breasts through the blouse a little more urgently and I could just make out her hand on his leg as she gently but firmly massaged his inner thigh. I could see the distinctive bulge in his faded jeans. Not surprising, I thought, I was developing quite a boner myself!Becoming a little more daring now, his fingers began to start slipping the buttons of her blouse. One...two...three...and finally the last button came undone, revealing a nice, sexy, half cup. Some of these images are artificial, told to me by others or from pictures in the family album. I know that my Papa played Barrel of Monkeys with my sister and me on one of our birthdays, but I don’t really remember the event. I always had the impression that pictures were meant to capture a moment and remind you, to trigger the memory. That picture is my only memory of that moment in time, that experience. It is black licorice that triggers my most vivid memory. Not just any black licorice,.