The Han military would not accept me because I was to young. I was going to head north anyway when I met Charles Fitzhue. He was a civilian contractor...for the Genta military. The dozen men with him built bridges, float bridges and improved roads.This was one of their breaks to rest. I took my father's ten millimeter pistol and an old rifle. The ride north was in a smaller cargo plane and I only had a single duffle with my clothes and a couple of blankets. When the plane landed I followed. I took a hold of his cock and put it in my mouth , sucking as the others did , Aaron laid back straight enjoying every moment of it as my pussy started to become wet from the action. “Yes that’s it my dear Louise, work on it, deeper, yeesss..” I heard him moan. I was on his shaft for a about 10 minutes when I heard him said “ Hey buddy , you’re not going to sit there ,watch and jack-off eh?, come here pal”. I was startled and tried to fix myself up but Aaron cautioned me not to moved and told. ”“Honey, you’re too young to know what you want. I’ll probably be rotting in jail while you’re laying on a psychiatrist’s couch.”She put her hand over my mouth, “Don’t you do that to me, daddy. Don’t you tell me I don’t know what I want. I’ve been dreaming about it for years, and our…lifestyle has made me more mature than most 25 year olds, so don’t do that. I’ll never see this as a mistake, and I want to do it again and again. I’ve been masturbating for almost two years, and your face is what. That afternoon, ashamed and sick of my preDICKament- I took out my father's hatchet. There I was, standing in the middle of my grandmother's room in front of her giant, ornate mirror, screaming at my reflection. I pulled out my dick and started yelling at it- spittle (little bits of spit) landing on the shaft "do it! you pussy!" i shouted. I raised the hatched and was about to end my problems when suddenly the ghost of my great-grandfather, Coxton Biggs, appeared in the mirror. "It's not always.