Unlike his mates, blown to pieces in that desert-dry country. Until the pervasive drift of wet fingers reached duller scar tissue. Some bleak days, h... thought his mates were the lucky ones, to have experienced a quick death rather than the protracted withering of body and mind. Enough malingering. He pulled his collar up, focussed his eyes on the end of the street, the first leg as it were, and continued. Such was his concentration in setting one foot in front of the other, he didn’t notice. Both times she had gotten home about 10pm. Last friday was different. I went to bed, drunk about 1am, and no sign of her. Just after 3, I awoke to a loud knock at the door. Lucy was home. I went downstairs to let her in, and man, was she wasted! She staggered in and flopped on the couch. I noticed her hair was wet, and she had no bra on under her white blouse. "Where have you been?", I demanded. "Oh nowhere. I just went back to a girlfriends house, and fell asleep on the couch. No harm done".. After all, the battery’s practically run down. I think about this evening, that I could spend money on a new outfit instead, one that will really blow John’s mind. And my secret admirer’s, even though I don’t know what kind of thing he likes on a woman.After work I drive to a shopping centre, thinking that I really will throw my old phone out. I’ll buy a new outfit and perform for John. I will perform for my secret admirer for as long as it amuses him, and when it doesn’t, well so be it. He’s. The wet mouth made room for the cock as it grew bigger and harder with each wet deep suck on the now bulging veins. After he had worked the cock enough he let his tongue trail past the hairy fuzz in Chris’ groin and smelt the manly part of him. Trailing past the flat belly he dipped his tongue into the belly button and felt the cock twitch at his chest as he stood up and licked those juicy nipples again. Chris felt them move towards the black bunk and a white towel was laid down and the cock.