Why would anyone want to stick tobacco dust up their nose?That is really being eccentric.It was just as well that Big Ben had soon got to grips with t...e platoon, as our platoon sergeant, Neddy Claypole, was a complete tosser – and was also from the light infantry I might add. In fact Big Ben ignored him and dealt directly with the four section commanders.During the months we were at York Big Ben and I struck up a good working relationship. I admit I went out of my way to make myself useful, and. I looked at Isabelle again, and no hesitation from her…just a smile. Imps I tell you…they are both IMPS.We got dressed and prepared to send them home as if nothing happened.The next time we had a threesomeI did not see them again until Sunday (4 days later). It was after Church, and there was a function for the parents and adults…so I offered to babysit (such a good guy I am) them (Kelly went to a friend’s house). I knew I had about 3 hours, but this time it was at THEIR house that we. Or it's more likely that you just don't care. How about that study session with Debbie and Julie that you made me go to in your place? You probably don't recall that one. I couldn't keep up the charade very long. I was expected to know all your boyfriends and about feminine hygiene products. When they were through with me, I knew all about makeup, tampons, and being the feminized slave of two teenaged girls for five hours. They apologized at school the next day and the very next weekend. She was the true meaning of passion to me. Lustful. Colorful. Her long blonde hair was a waterfall of softness and her hands were steady as she touched me during our second kiss. Her fingers were light and caressing, bringing me more pleasure than had she been making love to me with her whole body. I drank in her lushness, her giving, her generosity. I hurt so much inside for wanting to make her mine. My desire made me greedy and I started asking questions. I wanted to know her. I wanted to.