"Molly's practiced eyes had already recognised one of Jack Bentley's expensive cotton shirts under the young girl's inexpensive suit. It was obvious t...at this young thing was Jack's most recent conquest."Is he with you?" Uh no. I've borrowed that great four-wheeled thing monster of his until he fixes me up with something smaller. It's a brute to drive."Molly had several times had to be helped by Jack into similar vehicles when they were an item. Jack had always had a penchant for huge great. “You took all this away from me. All this…raw, nasty elegance. You subtracted you from the equation of my life.” “You married my fucking sister,” she whimpered, her cheek pressed against the table. He pushed his fingers deeper, pulling his thumb aside as he leaned down to lick up all that raw egg from her rim. He took his time, treating her ass like something he was entitled to, laying a wet, smacking kiss on her rosebud just before rising back up to his full height. “Denial is a form of. So at the end of an unsuccessful night trying to get laid I left the club around 2am drunk and sexually frustrated.Staggering along a country lane back to the base a car pulled up and offered me a lift. The cropped hair and navy uniform we had to wear on our first "off base" visit made it obvious I was heading back to the base. Despite having never been with a guy before this night, as soon as I sat in the car, my gaydar went into overdrive and I just knew, even though I was drunk, that this. Remember from the Playboys of the sixties? I went around back to the window on the porch to watch her going into the bathroom without any clothes on at all. I was so hard and my cock was in my hand. I was jacking off as she walked around the bathroom. She knew I was there. She always knew. She was in no hurry to get dressed, probably assuming I was watching. I was never sure at the time. Anyway, she walked over to her sink mirror and started posing. She was doing those poses pin-up girls used.