Come sit in the kitchen with us while we fix lunch.”Connie asked, “You need some clothes. Didn’t you have anything except your Army clothes? Oh ...es, not Army clothes, Marine clothes.”“I didn’t need civilian clothes where I was, and never really needed them when I was back in the States. I was usually busy with training, so I wore uniforms. I didn’t have a lot to schlep around when I moved from place to place that way.”“You sure don’t sound very exciting. Didn’t you want to go into the local. Well there were two actually."She leaned closer and pressed her knees against the side of the mattress and when I tried to sit up as she started to explain, she placed her hand on my head again and held me down telling me this time to stay down there. I listened with my face inches from her pussy and I realized she was filled with semen, I could smell it so strong now that I was close and she kept leaning forward, pulling my face closer, my nose right near her matted pubic hair. The scent was. For as long as she could remember she had foundthe idea of causing pain to another woman exciting. She knew when she reachedher early teens that it was a sexual thing,the sort of pain that turned heron changing from just scratching, hitting or kicking to working more deliberatelyon sexual areas, doing things that she really shouldn't even think about…notthat she had ever done even the less aggressive things. She was well broughtup, and went to a convent school, a true virgin bodily but with a. ) We sat listening to music and playing cards for almost 2 hours just talking about everything from music, movies, books, what our futures might hold; to what our dreams and goals were. It was very pleasant sitting there on the patio looking at this beautiful girl, who for some reason, seemed to like me. I felt so happy and contented that I almost didn’t want to ever leave. I wanted that moment of happiness there on the back patio to just go on and on. We would just sit and drink beer, play.