But times were a little different- no way was she getting on the pill and we did not uses condoms so it was the old with draw and shoot form of birth ...ontrol. The fact of the matter was I was still finishing that last few moments by masturbating.All that being said, I will tell you a story. I entered the US Army in the early 70’s. I was assigned to a base in Alabama. I was 20 years old and had been no and had seen nothing, that was all about to change. I met my friend, BJ, in electronics class.. I began to panic as stars swam in front of my eyes.I was suffocating on his cock!I was going under.I felt the base of his cock begin to twitch. I heard Stevie grunt and felt the power of his thrust. The hot liquid sprayed from his bell and flew down my heaving throat. My whole body convulsed as survival instincts tried to kick in. I was both drowning and suffocating.Mercifully, he pulled out of my throat as I heaved and spit back his cum. His cock was nowhere near done. More spurts of white. Together they picked outseveral items then he led her to the dressing area totry them on. Just moments after she was in the dressing room heknocked to see if everything was OK. A bit hesitant shesaid yes but wanted his opinion of the black and tealoutfit, “Does this look OK?” she asked as she stepped out of theroom. Feeling very vulnerable she waited for his response. “It looks good but try on the other.” The other was a French maid looking outfit with thighhighs and. Before she could his I press my lips to hers, opening my mouth and tasting her emotions on her lips. Squeezing her hand, reassuring her. Her tiny body exhales, calming down with my touch. " it hurts.." she whispers to me, " We can stop if you like.." I whisper back, not caring if I had work in the morning, or even if I got enough sleep to go in. I spend the next hour soaping and kissing every inch of her skin, watching the bubbles rinse off her perky chest. Making her cheeks become crimson and.