”“Sorry, Dad, I never meant to upset yer.”“Art, you’re old enough now to know about that awful war, it could all happen with Germany again. ...hey’re preparing for another war, while we sit on our hands and dither.”“The MM medal reads ‘for gallantry’, Dad. Does that mean you was brave?”Roger shoulders his ladder, carrying his bucket of soapy water.“Depends on what you call brave, son, sometimes you just do what you have to do, you don’t have any choice. The citation in ‘The London Gazette’ says I. “Yes, sir,” replied the eager boi toy.As Cabbage bounced down the hall, the handsome brotha admired the tight, cute, hairless ass in front of him. “Hurry up an’ git on da bed, fag,” he ordered.“Okay,” giggled the submissive as he picked up the pace.“An’ make sure you git dat baby ahl, sissy!”“Yes, sir!”Cabbage hopped on the bed after grabbing the baby oil from the dresser. He wiggled his tiny bum for Sirvaughn to inspect.The handsome laborer smacked Cabbage’s booty with great force. The sissy. My mouth returned to her nipple as my fingers returned to her well to refresh in the hot liquid silk within. Her hips pumped to meet my fingers as they again became drenched with her. I pulled them from her and lifted my head as I brought my hand up, but this time instead of wiping them on her nipple, I watched her face as I placed them to her lips. A moment’s hesitation, then her mouth opened to accept my offering. My fingers slipped inside and her lips closed as I felt her tongue working. Just standing next to you right now, okay?" Cassidy..." I pleaded with my eyes."No, Ben. I'm not having sex with you again."I frowned. "I didn't come over here to ask for sex." Then why did you come over?" She shook her head with an annoyed expression on her face."Because you're my friend! And I miss talking to you."Cassidy pouted. "If we talk or spend more than three minutes together, I'm going to want to kiss you, Ben. And if I kiss you then I'm going to want to fuck you. And we can't do.