He was a good 6 !/2 inches, but it was his thickness that I found arousing. I knew what he wanted but I waited for him to tell me. “Come over here...Johnny, I want you to feel my cock, feel how hard and thick I am. I've been watching you, I can tell, I know you are going to like it”Todd was right, feeling his cock was much different than feeling my own. I liked how it felt, I enjoyed holding it. I was aroused, I could feel my cock getting hard. “Stroke it Johnny, make it feel good. Stoke. I did not get the daily rum ration. The weather was generally very hot, and I was glad I was not on one of the crowded troopships.As we turned at the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay and began another week of sailing, this time northward, I was taken to one of the ships that carried General Howe's horses. The sailors called their ship a ketch, and it held three large pens of horses, all in various states of distress. I was a replacement for several men who had died or had fallen or been kicked. And Ellie felt like crawling under a log and vanishing. No! That was supposed to dry up her own milk! She would have to be more careful! No more public mistakes!Brad gently held her hand and stroked it to calm the agitated girl; both of them pretending not to notice what had just happened."So Ellie, what's your Major?" said Brad, trying to change the subject. The knocked up goddess responded proudly, new confidence filling her voice."Sociology." She said with chin held high, breasts surging. Tom met us in front with a small dim flashlight."Hey, dudes, I'm sorry but I must have fucked up the power to the place because everything went dark. Maybe you can take a look." Tom fuck something up? No, say it isn't so!The four of us went to the utility room. While Bill and I -- and obviously Tom -- didn't really know what the hell was going on, Frank was handy and made a thorough inspection of all of the breakers, electrical lines, etc. At least to the extent possible using only the one.