As I sat on the bed, I checked the mirror and there as an unsightly bulge in the front of my jeans. For a moment, I considered jerking off to get it d...wn, but that seemed a touch distasteful at the moment and with Beckey next door, the risk of been of been heard was too high. Shrugging into a long, loose shirt, I shambled out of my room and headed for the kitchen, praying my erection would subside. Not long afterwards, Beckey strolled into the kitchen, softly purring to herself and. Mine is modeled on his. In fact, ours was created when we were fighting with the Brits in World War I, or The Great War as they know it; both are awarded for essentially the same things.” To Doug he asked, “How did you get yours, sir?”“It was with the SAS, sir, but that’s all I can say. And yours?”Barb replied before Steve. “His came from command of Carlson’s Rangers, but he’s never told us what he did. Maybe you can get it from him, sir. We never could.”“Carlson’s Rangers!” Whitfield replied. But she had lusted after her handsome young son from afar, from thesafety of distance. But now she had allowed herself to be sucked intothe whirlpool of sexual activity of the most depraved kind imaginable.She had sucked a young boy's cock, had allowed several horny men to fuckher and use her wickedly. Although the men had filled her withrevulsion, she still longed for the body-racking orgasm that had been soclose in the theater.Now that she had experienced real fucking and sucking again after. I’m sure horror was stitched on my face.“Gotcha!” she smiled. “The photo isn’t high enough resolution for a cut-out. I want a really good one from Opens. Now here, sign it so everyone can see. We’re beginning to get a crowd.”She handed me a Sharpie and I self-consciously scrawled my name across the poster. Half a dozen on-lookers applauded. We might have drawn a crowd if they hadn’t announced that it was time to move on to the auditorium for presentations.I did see Jason Roe and exchanged a few.