" Well," said my Mistress. "I might be able to help you there. My cousinTerrance is an expert at pleasing the ladies. Handsome. Well equipped.And ...t wouldn't have to be a long term deal if you didn't want. Justsomething to get you back into having good sex, and to show your sissyhow it's going to be from now on. I made Merlot tell me where you live,so I know you're not far from Terry's place. The two of you could hookup pretty easy. That is, if you don't mind him being Black." Not at. I parted her legs and went down on her. Until now everything had been slow and gentle, but I started to pick up the pace a little. I buried my tongue into her pussy, lapping at her juices. She was so wet. I slid first one, then quickly a second finger in to her, whilst licking her clit and all around her pussy lips. Her legs wrapped around my head, and I could only just hear my name being called, and then “Oh my god, I’m coming again”. I think my tongue registered that fact before my ears heard. He had been demobilized and shipped back from Saigon after spouting off to his commanding officer in a drunken outburst that there was no way in hell the "police action" in Viet Nam could be won. It was LBJ's fucking war, Morrison had said, and he could damn well figure out a way to clean up the mess he'd created. Hastily bounced from the combat theater and threatened with brig time and a dishonorable discharge if he didn't cooperate, Morrison had been assigned to the U.S. Army reservation. I then revealed myself.“Hello Michael, Hello sister,” I greeted them but without making myself visible to them.“She’s here!” Michael panicked.“Hey, I heard her too,” my sister responded with concern in her voice.“What do you want from me?” Michael asked me. I didn’t respond. I wanted to play mind-games with him. I could hurt him, but he couldn’t hurt me back. They got scared and stopped their sexual session.The weekend came around. They thought that they could shake me by having sex in broad.