Fortunately for me I had learnt to control my urges a long time ago. Or so I thought. I did not notice myself move behind her. It was like I was a p...ssenger or the person standing the the mirror watching the scene happening before me. I pressed my crotch against her butt which pinned her between me and the bathroom counter. My penis was not fully erect and nestled between her softness, my nose nozzles into the nape of her neck, as my hands kept at her side never roaming up to fondle and grope. Sunsets are amazing. In the summer, the water is cool and refreshing and clean. But just a little ways from my family's house is the decaying remains of the town of Gorndon. A sagging grocery store, a metal ice cream cone glaring across the lake, a few rusted old=style cars glinting their shattered windshields in the sun. A few boys I've brought up always want to look around and we have. But there's nothing ever to really find. Just the usual creepy stuff--old left behind shoes, peeling. By the time I was reading them the second time through I was nude, and stroking my throbbing dick, to an incredibly quick, but intense orgasm. Then I replied back with a simple yessss! Where, and when? By friday morning I got my reply.. We would be meeting at his lake property at 6 pm sharp. Everything had to be sharp and punctual with these meetings, because of time restraints, and obvious discretion reasons. I would leave straight from work that evening so I had my things prepared for a two. I called myself Mrs. Susan Armstrong and I would invite Ruth to take part.Ruth was as keen as I was. Imagine it, young men, in the trenches, freezing cold soaking wet and standing in wet slimy stinking mud ankle-deep. What would lift their spirits more than a letter from a lady called Susan being passed around from man to man?At first, our letters were just a little naughty but before long they became much more sexual almost to the point of depravity? We were almost certainly responsible for.