Sweet as maple syrup, every one of them. The warm smell of the soft nipple of my high school sweetheart, back before the War that was. It would stand ...ight up, that nipple, when I popped it into my mouth, but, no, she wouldn't let me go much farther than that. Nope. Virginity still meant something in those days.My first real woman was Polynesian. We were based on Maluka Nui, in the Solomons, 'bout the middle of '43, I guess. Had the Nips on the run by then, and we were building airstrips like. Tim’s not into anal, but I often slip my battery-powered ‘Little Helper’ up there.”She ran a hand over my rear and purred. “If he’s booked in for two nights, we might even do it in front of Harold; I’m sure that would turn the old pervert on!”~~~ Harold was indeed booked in for a second night and our summons to serve him his midnight sandwich came through as before. “Same old, same old, Babs. That guy sure loves. It was on this foot that I solved to myself all the falsity I employed to procure him that blissful pleasure in it, which most certainly he would not have tasted in the truth of things. Eas'd however, and relieved by one discharge, he now apply'd himself to sooth, encourage and to put me into humour and patience to bear his next attempt, which he began to prepare and gather force for, from all the incentives of the touch and sight which he could think of, by examining every individual part of. Sally was married and lived the next city over, about three hours away. She would have to come work her and would always stay with us, and sleep with mom in mom's room. Sometimes they would kiss and stuff. Neither woman seemed too worried about what I thought or being naked in front of me. I hit puberty a little early and fast. It seemed that I grew a foot in height almost over night. And grew hair on my balls and chest just as fast. I had hit six foot tall and had balls full of thick jizz at.