At that moment, I noticed the huge bulge in his pants. At the same time he knew what I was looking at, and pulled down his pants. Being in my wheelcha...r, his gigantic cock was 2 feet from me. In one step I grabed it with both hands, it was huge, my fingers couldn't even go all the way around it, I looked up at him and said, maybe I can practice on your cock, I'd like to win best costume, and I need to practice sucking and then fucking, do you have enough time to practice practice practice, by. .”But the Doberman isn’t interested in licking anymore – he’s walking around behind his bitch, his hindquarters pumping a little as he tries to fuck the air behind her ... She’s still leaning back a little as he pushes up against her, trying to make her lean forward, pushing up – his paws up and around her upper body, either side of her arms, looking like he’s trying to hug her from behind... Still shaking – from frustration rather than pleasure – she twists around toward the dog, reaching back. He had just graduated from Sandhurst and I had just finished at The Junior Leaders Battalion. He had just turned 21 and I was 3 weeks past my 17th birthday, so it would have been about the middle of July 1981. Harry was a stocky bloke, with a ready smile and a mop of blond hair, not unlike that Boris Johnston fellow, although Harry was as tough as old boots and could have flattened Boris with one hand tied behind his back.As we were the latest to join the battalion we found ourselves on the. We didn’t want clients coming to Tommy’s Second Chance store. At least not ones we hadn’t thoroughly vetted. Frankly we didn’t want pot laying around the store either or for his granddaughter to be tempted.To avoid that and to stay with the boutique pot business image, we decided to deliver it to the client, kind of like Domino’s. Also the driver would be carrying only a small amount of product or money on his or her person. At least that was what their instructions were going to be. Naturally.