It was a habit, but one that gave him a modicum of peace. His eyes scanned the other, familiar, things on the wall; his “Shellback” certificate, h...s sidearm sword, the photographs of the PIBRON Staff and the entire “Black Gang” on the Saipan, signed by every single one, from unrated Seaman to Master Chief Boiler Technician (MCBT) Humphries and many more exhibits from his past life. The photo from Saipan was both his most cherished memento as well as the one that brought back the shakes the. " Nothing like a tub after a hard night of dancing." Oh, man, that feels great on my feet. I think I pounded them into hamburger." Here. Pop one up on my lap. I'll do your feet for you." Huh?" Nancy's a massage therapist." You sure you want to?" Yeah. Scooch over there." Well, okay, if you're sure?" Just gimme yer god damn foot." OhhhhAhhhh." Yeah," I agreed. "She gets that one a lot." Ohhh, yeah, right there... ahhh." Someone starting without us?" Nancy's doing Nikki's feet. Get your mind out. She smirked "I know how much you liked that outfit and if she was still wearing it that late, then she was using it to get you all hot and bothered, right?" No comment" I responded as the professor came in and she had to stop the Spanish Inquisition.We were asked to hand in our assignments and he put the next one on the board, making it due Monday. Shit, another thing to do before the weekend or on the trip. The prof launched into his normal confusing lecture, losing most of the people pretty. I can’t remember all the events of the night but we ended up feeling each others hard ons and wanking each other off a bit before his parents came home and we had to stop. We carried on the next morning with the bed in front of the door in case anyone should try and come in.Wanking with my cousin and my school friend went on for a while on and off. I must admit that looking back, my school friend didn’t seem quite that bothered about the whole thing. He always seemed deep in concentration when.