The bowl was almost empty as he rubbed her flat stomach with his special cream, Massaging around her belly button, going ever lower, feeling his cock ...ardening again. God he knew it was so wrong but he just couldn’t help himself. Her naked pubis beckoned, hairless and beautiful. He looked at the bowl and realised there wasn’t enough left to do what he really wanted, what he really needed to do. He poured the last of his cum onto her flawless skin, watching as some dribbled between her pussy. It took a leap of bravery … or innocence, by the Lieutenant, to own up to such abuse to someone like me, a labourer from the ranks. Trust and honesty, sharing private thoughts, two men, with different experiences, from completely different worlds. There were lines in the sand and they had been crossed. ‘My ‘woman’ nightmare was my mother, Sir. It’s a long story.’ ***] As they wash the windows, Bird tells Art about Flanders and Loos, where he won his MM, the Military Medal. They can’t stop. You taste your juices, and you love it. You lick all over his shaft, sucking your fluids off of him. gently rubbing his balls while you clean him off, you decide to try to take him all in your mouth. you start off slow, and move your head back and forth, taking more of him every thrust. You feel Steve getting into it, and he gently pushes your head down his shaft while he pushes towards you with his hips. he pulls you out and pushes you over onto all fours, promptly moving behind you. You feel. And I tried hard.I had a stash of naked pictures and a couple of Playboys which added fuel to my lustful fire and spent all my days in school dreaming about all the girls I knew, imagining them naked and legs spread wide to receive my eager cock.I was interested in anything female (well, human and over eleven or so in age, anyway) and I had heard some talk about the woman next door being a lesbian which I had some idea of what that meant but just didn't think it could be true because she seemed.