Drunkenness is not an issue, of course - there is no alcohol within three hundred miles of here." I see," replied Hurtado heavily. "The time must pass...very slowly. We both know there is precious little chance of seeing any action, with the recent treaty ... how do the men amuse themselves?" It's not easy, sir. During the day it is too hot to do anything but talk. At night the men play cards and dice, and sometimes there is singing. But for true amusement, the kind of amusement that all men. Her fingers began to explore. I felt myself begin to respond. You should understand that this wasn’t usual behaviour for us. We are, after all, both in our sixties. Not that we’ve given up on sex, but it’s become a less passionate pastime than it once was. Yet here was Vee, in our drawing room sharing a whisky and soda before bed time, unexpectedly taking the initiative. “Bed?” I asked. “No. Let’s do it here. Now. You’re ready, aren’t you?” Her fingers tightened their grip slightly. I was. More. ...we both wanted to do it, but my one experience at age thirteen was so icky, I didn't know what to do next...........not that that stopped me, of course.........". "I told Rachel about Bruce. I thought he liked me....and that was important. We didn't share everything, but one afternoon, after we had been "fooling around", that is what we called it when we had our clothes off and were on top of each other. A few weeks before, we had figured out how to make each other come with our tongues and. Ever obliging, Pete unzipped his trousers and slid out of them revealing a reasonably thick but very long cock. It must have been a good eight or nine inches and was almost banana shaped with a gradual curve along its length. He moved closer to Debbie’s face and she simply reached out and pulled it towards her mouth. As I watched half of it disappear into her mouth, I could feel my own cock becoming rock hard and I began to rub it vigorously. Pete beckoned me over to join in the fun, and I.