“Ohh, that is fresh. Having fun with the bun?” Sandy asks, then adds “Maybe you'd like a hot dog roll?” I never associated food with anything ...exual but right now I'm still turned on – my penis is still hard. Sandy says, “Imagine one of those windows in a restaurant where you watch the chef prepare food, but you look in and see a row of guys jerking off on sandwiches and stuff. You could get a job there.” She looks up at me, still grinning, then down at my still stiff cock. While it doesn’t do. The General who was no longer a General in the eyes of the War Department was well-liked by the men in the lower ranks and was still a hero in the eyes of the general public that loved to have a good-looking military type to admire at a distance.In fact, there was some such similar sentiment about the scourge of the frontier, Geronimo himself because the wrinkled face and determined face of evil was strangely respected by folks with little chance of ever being hung upside down over an Apache. As what was becoming the norm, an impatient niece awaited me: Nic: *drumming fingers* Patrick: Psstttt Nic: Hey Uncle Pat!!!! Patrick: lol Heya Nic Nic: *glares* Patrick: uh oh … what? Nic: Arent u forgetting something? Patrick: Ummm Nic: I like when u call me baby *bites lip* Patrick: ok ok lol … dont do that it makes me weak Nic: *grins* Patrick: Hey baby! Nic: Much better! It fascinated me how she had a mixture of both dominance and submissiveness, something I had yet to experience. On one. For a female, she was particularly tall, able to look almost perfectly horizontally to meet his eyes.Their lips met again, briefly, and then, as the female gazed into the male's eyes, his hands moved to the front of her body, gliding over the pair of swells. Her eyes closed, and the way her lips moved, I believe she said something, but it was spoken far too softly for me to recognize it.Slowly, the male began to undress her. Often, their lips would meet, or perhaps his lips would be momentarily.