..spurt after spurt ...I love that feeling. We had a smoke and finished getting ready. What we call Slutting is when Bob takes me to a bar with a purs... filled with condoms and drops me off returning later to check on my well being. If all is good he remains anonymous and lets me have my fun.We choose different bars in neighboring towns to add to the unknown excitement. I kissed him goodbye and went in the bar checking the crowd out as they checked me out with leers and unheard comments. I like. It got harder and bigger.I've never been able to get past the gag reflex while sucking a big cock, but with his, I was determined.I looked up into his eyes, took his cock out of my mouth, and said, "I want to deep throat you, but I'll need a lot of practice".He smiled back at me and said, "Take all the time you like, I'm totally loving the attention you're giving my cock. I can stay hard for a long time, so practice all you want."I did just that. I kept trying different angles until finally, I. The long broadside of her tongue came out of her mouth and wrapped around the remaining exposed portion of Jack's firming dick. She licked that head until and the mushroom rim around it and then removed her top hand. She slid the newly exposed penis shaft between her lips. "Mmmmm," she sighed as she went, "this prick is going to be just hard enough in about two seconds." Yeah," said Jack, watching Cheryl work on his cock. Her head bobbed up and down and she slid a good portion of the entire. There was one paperwork line for next-of-kin, the final paperwork on whom we wanted notified if we got injured in training or shot up in Iraq. I had put Emily out of my mind fairly successfully over the last 2½ months, but for some reason, I wanted to put her down as the person to be notified. That was silly, and I couldn’t have if I had truly wanted to: I didn’t know her phone number or address. Tuesday, April 22, 2014 I was sitting at what passed for home for me, a bunkhouse on a cattle ranch.