“No, Flight Sergeant.” Which was true, I didn’t take to the noxious weed until at Summer Camp the following year, but that is another story.‘C...iefy’ Lenz, never a man to take anything at face value, especially from an aircraft apprentice, closely inspected my hands and fingers for traces of nicotine stains, or signs of the use of pumice stone for the removal of such stains, but found nothing to prove me a liar.“Keep your kitbag until the next clothing exchange parade. Meantime, as one of the. Now, where was I?It turned out that the first time between my boyfriend and me was his first time, period. I should have been more gentle with him, would have perhaps if I had known. But there I was, naked already, and he was so sweet, telling me how beautiful I was. I was feeling all achy and butterflies and my legs would just not stay closed. Thank goodness I had that condom.He told me as we were lying there. His head was lying on my breast, one arm thrown across me, one knee over my hips. We. ‘Oh, you sexy little thing. I know you’re going to suck and fuck me good, tonight. Aren’t you?’ Ron leaned toward me to kiss me as I nodded my head ‘yes’ like a horny little submissive bottom boy to his big hard stud. Although he was thirty-five-years-old, Ron was a young-looking, tall, dark and handsome hunk with Hollywood actor good looks I liked as much as my mom did. And pretending to be her and sucking and fucking her good-looking, rich boyfriend all weekend like she did sounded great to. The tentacle at one point wrapped itself around my fingers that were in my pussy providing me with more girth. “You will submit to me, Ashley. Let your mind and body go. You can experience pleasure beyond your imagination.”As it spoke to me, the tentacle wrapped itself tightly around my fingers and wrists and took control of my hand. The tentacle moved my hand for me, thrusting my fingers for me into my pussy. It began to pump my fingers and itself into my yearning sex faster than I could.