But I was one of the fortunate ones. Instead of returning from the war with a gut full of shrapnel and a little purple heart pinned on my chest, I arr...ved back on American soil with my body intact and a hunger for the game of golf. In fact, the first thing I did when I got off the boat in the spring of 1954 was buy my own set of second-hand clubs. To pay for greens fees I took a job as a caddie at the same municipal course I play to this day. I would loop all morning long, lugging two,. My left hand reached up and turned the page of the book. (I had been rubbing a while, and was still on the same page. I didn't want to be too obvious).There must have been some sort of insect flying around outside. She and her friend were swatting at something. I was still rubbing, still watching, and then she slapped at her thigh. Whatever it was that had been flying around them had just landed on her. She hiked her skirt up a bit and rubbed along her inner thigh. A bite? A sting? Whatever it. I woke up around 10am on the next day (Saturday), all groggy and clouded with the pungent odour of alcohol. I opened another bottle in my room and gulped half the content. That helped cleared my head a little bit. Then I stepped out of my room and met one of my housemate at the kitchen. The other housemate had gone off to the uni’s library, and I was rather delightful to learn that Lovey was still in her room. I went into my room, took a full bottle of Heineken, and with a note apologising for. Saliva coating every inch of it. I took a quick breath of air before repeating the procedure over and over again. Each time making sure every inch of his marvelous cock entered my mouth."Fuck," he shouted.That was his surrendering moment, he was going to cum, and cum hard. I felt the slight twitch of his dick as it entered my mouth. I pushed up on my heels and waited for him to grab my head. Not that he had to, I knew it was an involuntary motion. I felt his hard grip on my head as he pushed my.