He was naked now and he wrapped me up in his strong arms and leaned down, kissing me again. He was considerably taller than me and his moustache again...raided my senses as we kissed, asserting his masculinity. I willingly accepted his tongue, kissing him back, our tongues dancing over each other. I kissed him eagerly. I kissed his mouth, his lips, his cheek, his neck. I felt his cock hardening against me and I don’t remember how I started the downward trail of my kisses but I willingly arrived. Als ich mit den Jahren reifer wurde, legte sich mein verhalten wieder etwas, doch die Lust am Feiern und Party machen verlor ich nicht. Marianne hingegen benimmt sich selbst mit 20 Jahren noch immer wie ein kleines und vor allem sehr naives Mädchen.Dann kam der Tag, welcher alles verändern sollte. Es war morgens am 15. Dezember und noch dunkel, da es ein Samstag war lag ich noch in meinem Bett und schlief als es an der Tür klingelte. Mum und Marianne waren schon unterwegs und ich wollte. We need to talk." I said, softly."Please don't send me away!" Calley cried."I'm not going to send you away. Come here." I said, extending my arms to her.Calley was in them in a shot. I hugged her tightly to me as her body was wracked with giant sobs.She seemed to be hugging me with all her might. Her body was quivering against me. But whatever I felt at the moment, it wasn't sexual. I felt nothing but compassion for Calley and whatever it was she had been through to make her like this. I. We were in the old school military after all. The next thing we knew, Tom was talking about how often he jerked off to MTV. We thought that was hilarious, but to me, things were taking a definite turn to the erotic. For Tom too, as he was occasionally rubbing his crotch.After a bit more drinking and talking about pussy and cocks and fucking and wanking, Tom got up to piss, but instead of going to the toilet, he pulled out his cock and started pissing into a potted plant, getting the rest of of.