Ritten by ShyA little background before you read!This story was inspired by a long-term recurring dream I could never seem to shake, as well as Peter ...an. It's one of my favorites and I've finally expanded upon it. There were a few errands to run so Hayley came with just chatting and laughing. As I bent over she immediately grabbed my ass and said "gotya". I jumped in surprise. "don't be a silly billy" she exclaimed "I was only joking" Just as well", I said and continued on. I climbed to the hay loft with Auntie Hayley in tow"What if I were serious Jackson" she said as she came closer, "what would you do"? Hayley then proceeded to put her hand down my pants and stroke my cock. It was an expert touch, one. I noticed some fingers in a hole in the wall. I bent over and heard, “Give me your cock,” so I gave him what he wanted. The hand on the other side was so soft and it slowly stroked my cock and had precum leaking like a faucet. The hand was soon replaced with a warm wet mouth. Working slowly up and down on my cock had me so hard. The excitement of having a unknown person giving me head had my other head spinning. This person knew how to give pleasure to a cock. I didn’t know if it was a man or. 3RGJ was sent to South Armagh, so called 'Bandit Country'. Weapons, drugs, and people smuggling was conducted over the border with southern Ireland, and there were a series of watch towers and check points all along the border. From company bases we patrolled the surrounding areas, frequently clashing with IRA gangs, and we suffered some casualties from roadside bombs/ IEDs (Improvised Explosive Devices).I hated Ireland; of course I missed Annalise, but it wasn't just that. Although the country.