There was also the added 'pleasure' of seeing visions of the corpses left on the road, and in the graves we had excavated, in Bosnia. The sight of the...r bloodied bodies appearing during my dreaming sleep would bring me to a shivering and startled awaking.Once a week I paraded at Slough Drill Hall with Bravo Company of the 8th Battalion of the Wessex Regiment, a Territorial Army unit. I thought the military atmosphere and camaraderie/ comradeship would have staved off any onset of PTSD, which I. ”“That’s good to hear, Kyle,” I said.“It is, but after what we did, we’re going to get attacked. I get so scared when I’m out there. I just know I’m going to die.”“Well, you know what Pa says about opening a box? I guess one of the benefits of us not traveling at the same time is that I can tell you that you aren’t dead. I know you are all right.”Kyle hugged me. He squeezed me so tight I lost my breath.“Thank you,” he whispered. “By the way, I saw your stepsister—the little blonde? She was at. ”“Maybe we should date again and swap,” I jested.“Are you any good at giving head?” Tony asked jokingly.“You already know the answer to that, or do you have a short memory?” I quipped.Now Tony was standing in front of me with his slack cock hanging down. I took it in my hand and licked the tear of pre-cum from the eye if it. I sucked on the head of his cock. It felt awesome, getting longer and harder in my mouth.The urgency of our fucking had passed and now we were both ready for a nice long. I could see the material was wet from her juices too, her pussy glistened in the low light of the room. I couldn't believe how wet she was.I was stroking my cock, feeling her wetness against my finger tips. I pumped my long shaft, feeling the pre cum lubricating my strokes. I pulled my fingers from her pussy, smelling her sweet pussy juice, then running them over her soft panties, teasing her through the material. She pushed back for a minute it seemed. I rubbed my thumb over her asshole,.