His cock is hot, and I’m so sensitive that when he pauses between strokes, I can feel every vein, every ridge and ripple of muscle. His strokes are ...low and focussed, with a distinct pause at the at the end when he’s almost fully withdrawn, and then again when he’s plunged deep inside me and I can feel him, right up to the hilt. He keeps this up for a while, and although it feels incredible, it is definitely not going to get me off. Working in opposition to his thrusts, he quickly appreciates. She was there when it happened and she stood by me when no one else did."When I was fifteen in High School, I started going with a boy called Douglas, or Doug for short. He was so fit, and good looking. Captain of the football team, captain of the cricket team, medals at athletics. And he wanted me."I was so besotted with him, I'm embarrassed about it now. He was two years older than I was – seventeen. He was so ... masculine – so strong. I couldn't see how selfish he was; for me, he could do. I couldn’t resist it any longer. I grabbed hold of her butt cheeks and squeezed and pinched the firm mass of flesh. Then I reached down and unfastened my pants, working them down as quickly as I could. I slowly eased my dick up against her ass and just stood there waiting her response. She reached back and grabbed my cock from between her own legs and began to rub it up and down against her ass and slit. Without hesitation, my hands grasped her hips as I drove my hips forward while pulling. I was just about to leave when Fritz said,"You know that after your battalion left Bordeaux there were no more bodies found?"I asked him what he meant, and he explained that there had been bodies of murdered young boys found in the Bordeaux area, during the time we were garrisoned there. This was the first I had heard of it, and Fritz laughed."You were gebumse that French widow, and you heard and saw nothing but her fotze! The townspeople blamed the deaths on your regiment, but our officers.