He's rail thin and upright and tight and the creases on his uniform trousers would cut you and they're NOT that way because of some fancy fabric creas...ng manipulation using Confederacy technology -- oh, no, he has some poor slut starching and ironing them!I saluted -- something he returned as if he were an automaton before sticking out his hand to shake. "Welcome back, Major. From your transmitted reports it appears that you were wildly successful." We even collected a target of opportunity," I. I had been a good kid, raised in a Christian home, but somehow, I hadfound myself looking at other guys, and more than anything else, I wantedto be ... normal.By the time I was twenty I had tried everything I could think of, andnothing had worked. I was right at the point my desperation consumed myevery waking moment.So I went to the address mentioned.And hoped.I was met at the reception desk by a pretty girl that I wished I could beattracted to, and after a long wait, I was ushered into a. ”I am lying on my back sideways across the bed with four pillows under my head watching Jean Pierre suck my cock while my lady watches.My legs from the knee down are hanging over the bed.Kerri is behind me holding my hands.And Jean Pierre is on his knees between my legs expertly sucking my cock.He has my balls in one hand and is using thumb and finger of the other hand to tease my cock while he sucks.“Do you like me licking your nipples baby,” Kerri asks me rhetorically.“Especially while I am. She was now lying on her back, and I was over her missionary. Her legs were pointing right up to the ceiling.My body went closer to her body while my hips were pounding her pussy. My lips found her neck. I started to suck on it. I could taste her salty sweat. I started to move further up, kissed her cheek, and then I found her mouth. She had her mouth opened, her eyes were still closed.Her tongue was searching for my tongue. My tongue touched her tongue, she licked back, and our lips touched..