Usne mere lund par apne lips rakhe aur kiss krne lagi, uske lips ke touch karne se mera lund aur bhi jayada tight ho gya to usne mera lund apne muh me...daal liya aur choosne lagi. Mai bhut enjoy kr rha tha.Fir maine use bed par lita diya aur uske upper aa gya, mai uske boobs ko daba rha tha aur lip kiss kr rha tha, usne mujhse kha ki tumhara lund bhut lamba hai, mujhe is par aur kiss krna hai to maine 69 pose use kiya, maine apna lund uske muh me dal diya aur mai uski choot chatne laga, bhut hi. As has the city, unfortunately.Certainly, the main street has deteriorated, more than "a bit". Three "five-and-tens", long gone; a men's shop, locally owned, also long gone—as are its founders, whose resting places are in the cemetery Kent knew he would visit, for each of his grandparents are buried there. The movie theatre, and he remembered its name, the Bellevue, became "adult entertainment", probably long ago. Cigarette butts and other urban residue near the ticket booth, a booth no longer. I hope she isthinking of us staying home, and not that I'm faking it.Wait a second now I'm even thinking like a little girl calling her mommy inmy head. I am so screwed up. I hope my mommy I mean mom has good insuranceI'm going to need lots of therapy when I grow up. Well I may never grow upif any boys I mean guys see me dressed like a little girl or even worse alittle baby girl."Maybe I can cheer you up my baby girl, and show you your present nowinstead of when we came back. You think that. We were based on Maluka Nui, in the Solomons, 'bout the middle of '43, I guess. Had the Nips on the run by then, and we were building airstrips like mad on every shitty little lump of coral in the South Pacific. I'd gotten a touch of malaria on the Canal, and now here I was playing guard dog to the damned Seabees, watching to see that no sniper took a potshot at those hotshot 'dozer jockeys.Kathleen her name was, the name the missionaries gave her. I couldn't get my mouth around her native.