Her body was by now expecting it though and sent a tremor through her making her legs flinch. She felt his arm move upwards and braced again. He cut t...e blow short this time; her body repeated the previous action. Every time her body convulsed, her pussy contracted, and this just made her juices flow even more. Just as she was about to brace again his hand flew down and caught her unaware. She started to squirm on his lap. His fingers, this time, pressing against her opening.She parted her legs. The sight of that crash pushed her to the edge of panic. Her husband Alex was in Saigon and she could only worry and pray that he was safe on board one of the carriers by now. For the next couple of days the horrible memory of that newscast and the worry over Alex kept her distracted to the point of being almost vegetive. . . 2 May, 1975 She suddenly caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye and she shifted her eyes to the curb where a black car with U. S. Navy in white letters on. “Come and meet my man,” I tell them as we move to another room. My man Roger is confidently sitting on a high stool, facing a wall length mirror, hands on hips, his feet barely touching the floor. He is stark naked with a thick, full-on nine-inch erection which I helped him achieve minutes ago, with a cock ring fastened under his balls.“Oh fuck, he is huge, is that for us?,” Rhonda and Peter mutter in unison as they ogle his erection while he alternates looking at Rhonda, Peter and me while. She'd never dreamed back then that those puny little sticks could grow into huge clubs like the one between Mike's legs.The owners of the two bikes were nowhere around, but she spotted the prints of bare feet on the sandy bank of the stream below, prints that disappeared around a bend upstream, and she couldn't resist the urge to follow them. She hid her own bike in the ditch and climbed down until she was setting her own bare feet in the footprints. The feet that had made both sets of tracks.