Her voice was sweet and crisp, with a touch of drawl. “Neither at the moment,” Duncan said, trying not to let his own accent slip out. “Most sol...iers are either on their way out to a deployment or just coming home from one.” Ducan took a swig from his bottle. “I'm not a soldier any more, but I did just come back from a tour.” The girl offered a hand. “My name is Southern. Southern Rose.” Duncan shook her hand to be polite. “Duncan.” He took another swallow of beer. “What does a girl have to do. Shit. I watched her watching me and my eyes went again to her magnificent tits. I watched as they swayed back and forth and jiggled in time with her movements. Fuck! I was so embarrassed I finally couldn't take it anymore and started to apologize again. When she asked what the problem was I looked at my cock and said I didn't want to gross her out and make her think I was a perv. Nonsense she said, as long as it is staring me in the face, and that it is the only part of your body I. She had gone to her best friend Mary's house to have her first sexual experience with a boy. She had used her hand on Mary's brother Roger's penis to an orgasm while the head of his cock was in Mary's mouth. Jill slipped her finger into her wet pussy wishing that she had had the opportunity to taste Roger's cock also.Her bedroom door was locked because her brother Dale had a habit of entering without knocking trying to catch Jill in a compromising situation. Like most teen boys he would love to. It was the emotional scar tissue from the operation — from the cancer. From the loss of that most feminine part of her body. Was she still a woman, with those parts gone? Could she still satisfy a man? More importantly, could a man still satisfy her?It was at lunch with her friend and confident Caroline last week that she first spoke of her fears. Since the cancer was discovered, Caroline had been her rock. A uterine cancer survivor herself, she gave Di the strength and encouragement she.