The Wall filled with names, that went on for ages and contained so many memories of so long ago and those who went on first and those who had joined t...em over time.It was a memorial of the regiment and had the names of all those who served from the first formation to those who fell in the last battles. The names of all those men and women and their deeds they carried out are all recorded in the Wall for those who remember and to never forget.He found the section where their names had been. "Get ready for my load, cock sucker," he demanded a couple of minutes later, as I'd reached over six inches sliding in and out of my mouth.Suddenly he grabbed my head and began fucking my face, ironically something I sometimes did to my wife, as he slammed all nine inches of his cock in my mouth, making me gag, but he didn't care.I desperately tried to focus, feeling his balls bouncing off my chin, feeling so strange being used by a man.Then he grunted and I felt cum explode into my mouth. I. Moving her hand back between her legs, Ellen began masturbating, again thinking about how heavenly it would be once Steven was home and they were in bed making love to each other. She pretended that her finger was Steven’s cock and she was sliding it in and out of herself at a pace that would simulate his movements. While fingering herself, Ellen rested her thumb on her clit. She was making believe that this was Steven bumping into her clit with his body as his cock made its way in and out of. I lifted his arms and pulled his shirt off. His chest was hard, his stomach flat and toned, his skin tan, and his nipples tiny and hard. I reached out and pinched his nipples, looking at his face to make sure I didn’t wake him up. They were hard and pointy, and he didn’t wake up. I licked on one of them, savoring the feeling of my tongue on the tiny bump. Then I went further: I put my whole mouth on the nipple and sucked on it a bit. I’m sure if he was awake, he’d have liked the feeling.After a.