No”“Well don’t worry it wont bite.” He said stepping into his overalls. “Your quite big for your age as well you know.”“Oh thanks.” I ...aid as I put my overalls on. Despite being a lot smaller than Henry’s they hung on me like a sack.Henry came to my aid. Rolling up the legs so they didn’t drag on the floor and putting a bit of rope around the waste. He had buttoned his up so that it showed off his hairless chest and he done mine up to do the same.“Show your chest like a man” He said with a. He wasn't sure how she'd take it and didn't want any dramas. The reply merely acknowledged his letter and that the Royal Australian Air Force had nothing to offer him. It was even more terse than the French reply. He still flatly refused to see the British Consul in Marseille. 'It'd be a cold day in Hell before he'd have anything to do with British.'He began to think about his old friends, in particular John Greenhaugh. He hoped he'd got away on that Soviet ship. He imagined he would've been. Then these two hands gently pushed me down on my knees and that's when I felt these cocks rubbing on my shoulders one came round to my face I turned and grabbed it and started sucking my other hand went over and started to rub who ever it was his arse my other hand went up and there was another cock in it so i was masturbating him as well I turned and to suck him he was bigger he filled my mouth I could still feel other cocks on me shoulders where ever I turned there was a cock in my face and. “Top floor?” I suggested.“Of course, top floor and on the left” Lia nodded as we stepped inside and she led us up the dogleg stairs, past a couple of doors, one clearly marked ‘bathroom’ and the other unmarked, before we arrived at ‘Lia’s Room’.“In here?” I asked as Lia opened the door for me and we stepped inside. “Wow, this is nice.”“Thanks,” Lia smiled as I looked around her old room. Think French rural chic and you’re pretty much there, lots of old stripped painted wood, some nice cottons.