I walked up by him and started to apologize but he stopped me saying that it was his fault and that he will not tell anyone about what happened and wi...l forget what he saw. I asked him if he would like something to drink which he gladly accepted so I went and fixed him a glass of water, as I was bringing it back to him I couldn’t help but notice how buff he actually was, he was wearing sweat pants and a tank top and all I could see was his big strong arms. As I gave him his water his eyes met. If only my personal life could be as successful as my army life. I was musing on that fact when I next rang home and spoke to my mother, a few days after the sergeants mess dance."You know what them bastards 'ave been an gorn and done?" My mother shouted as soon as I started to speak. She answered her own question, which was just as well as I hadn't a clue what she was going on about. (gorn = East London pronunciation of 'gone')"They've only been an gorn and kicked the poor cow out'er 'ouse,. "I hope you do," I said, breathing deeply.Then she was off again, working up to those high pitched sounds that are so hard to describe, but which are the supreme sign of what a great time she's having.After her third one she slowly rocked to a stop, her head drooping."That will do for now," she said. "I want you on top now. Will you do that for me?"I was more than willing. I confess that as she had used me, I used her, because now that I was able to move, I could make that feeling build in the. The glow of it all seemed to spread right through me.After he left I tidied up especially my cum off the kitchen floor and the creamy jizz that had dripped from my slit onto the tabletop.Once I composed myself after Terry had left, I went to see my best friend Helen. We have no secrets from each other and I told her everything, she wanted to know all the details.Helen is married to Ray; they have been married for about 10 years. She is about 32, I think, and Ray is about 45 or so. I could see.