It’s complicated. Okay? It can’t be explained in five minutes.”“Oh, no? How about one minute? Ken’s cock is a good size. Big enough to ...ill a woman up and make her feel some stretch, some tension. Not so big that it needs to be shoe-horned in and is nothing except uncomfortable.”“It is not all about the sex, Sarah.”“Please, Marie. You can’t tell me that you don’t love having sex with Ken! Not with the orgasms you had! I saw you have them! I heard you have them! And you know that. And she had already saved up almost enough anyway. And I didn’t tell her I’d let her have it if she hugged and kissed me. She asked what she would have to do to get the loan, and I said my interest rates were a hug. She upped that to a hug and a kiss, but that was her idea, not mine. And I am not that old!”By this time Jessica was looking more relaxed. She walked over and hugged and kissed her sister, then looked my way and said, “You already got a hug out of it, mister, so you don’t get. “Yes, ma’am,” we all answered her.What else was there to do? I went back to work for now, though in better spirits. The Battle of Winston-Salem might be over, but plenty of folks still needed suturing, blood pressure, fever, pulse, all those things still needed handling. Morphine drips still had to be replaced. Yes, it was a grueling pace, but that was what I signed up for, right? Once I got out of the Militia and got my nursing license back for civilian work, I’d never gripe half as much about. I would have agreed with her if I was not busy swallowing semen. John slowly pulled his still-hard penis out of my mouth, and Jessica French kissed me.John picked up some fuzzy pink handcuffs and Jessica obediently lay down on the bed, ankles up by her ears. John handcuffed her wrists to the bedposts, then handcuffed her ankles to the same bedposts. He then lubed up a buttplug and slowly put it up Jessica's asshole. I was so turned on I jumped on the bed and straddled Jessica's pretty face, my.