Susan spoke encouragingly. "Don't worry about it. Don't be shy about calling me at any reasonable hour. I know we haven't been friends for long, but w...'ve become close in such a short time. For instance, when we read that incest story together yesterday. Wasn't that great?" Oh, that was definitely great! It was almost as good as the real thing." Brenda paused. She had something she wanted to say, but she wasn't sure if she should. "There's just one thing about that, though. I had some pretty. “All I did was get lucky enough to marry a hell of a man. Recon, thank you for telling me about Wildman.”“Hey, you asked. Digger told me that you would someday. Wildman would never volunteer it, ever. Most of us don’t talk about the sandbox. Ever. My dad never spoke about Viet Nam and his dad never spoke about Korea or WW2.”“It’s another world and another time,” added Digger.“Renee, all I know is that every man here has a family and a future because one guy took incoming fire and killed a lot. I found a rhythm of squeezing my asshole while he was pushing in and out bareback. He had used a lot of lube and it made a difference, because my asshole was never used in this way. I felt him tense up, and I squeezed as he pressed in. I could feel his cock throbbing, and then I felt him pumping and that is when I actually felt the warm squirts inside of me.When he invited me to his apartment I got drunk, and he fucked me in many positions. I liked the one where I wrapped my legs around his. He caresses them as if to warm up their contents to ready them for their explosion into the outside world.Marshall doesn’t focus on them for too long. He leaves them to take control of his erection, anticipating another round with it. He ponders whether he should make it quick or go at it slow, teasing himself to completion. He chooses the latter, wanting to tease the load out. He wants to enjoy the slow build up and stiffness of his prick. He wants to maximize the orgasm. It is morning after.