”“You didn’t have to,” I smiled, “Put the dress on, I mean.”Christy smiled at me, “Yes, I did” she went on, “I couldn’t be naked i... front of you, you know that.”“Did anyone else see you naked today?”“No, I was really hoping that the mailman would knock, but he didn’t.”“You would have opened the door naked?”“Yes, I would have!” Christy went on, “Jason told me that I have to.”“But, you can’t be naked in front of me?”“I won’t be naked in front of you!”We kissed deeply and she told me that Chris. She concentrated on controlling her impulses because they seemed to be constantly getting her into deeper trouble. Marko unscrewed the cap of the whiskey and took a swig. He grimaced as the liquid surged down his throat. He held the bottle out to her. This time she shook her head with certain decisiveness. The pungent smell of the alcohol lingered in the air. They both were beginning to feel warm from the beers and whiskey. Lena fidgeted, trying to shake out the butterflies beginning to flutter. I exaggerated my vocal accompaniment of the orgasm, to let him know I was about to blow my load. I suggested he get his face even closer to my cock, so he could watch - up close - as the liquid spewed from my cock slit. He did so - I released - and he shouted "Oh, Fuck!"As my orgasm subsided, he didn't let go of my cock. With my cum covering my cock and his hand, he continued to stroke me. Of course, this was a bonus. We were both covered in cum, but I made no move to break off his hold. I. There were good people from the North and bad people from the North. There were good people from Saigon and bad people from Saigon. These days, it seemed like there were a great deal more bad people than good people.Frenchie knew she was different than the other people in the village but she did not really feel that she was different. She knew she liked to argue with the Americans and the arguments often became heated but she deep inside liked them and felt they at least treated her with.