Even when sleeping, as I said, she was a heavy sleeper I would keep one of my hands over her breast area as if I did it in my sleep.She wouldn’t eve... know. I used to move it around and press it a little. That was so satisfying. Sometimes I’d get carried away and press hard. She would wake up, and I’d pretend to be asleep. Sometimes she would take my hand off of her boob and go back to sleep, or at times.She would turn towards me and hug me and sleep. This was even awesome as her boobs would be. Changing the subject she asked, "Mike, are there any long-term effects from your wounds? I guess you've been pretty badly shot up, haven't you?" How did you know that?" he asked."Please, Mike! Knock it off, will you? We already went over your medals. The Purple Heart is awarded for wounds suffered in combat. You have three — and I don't think they were given for stubbing your toe on beach defenses, either." I'm okay," he replied softly. "There are a couple of bullet holes, but except for little. Brad entered and gave her a perfunctory kiss that raised Joan's hopes, and she turned and led the way into the dining room, her skirt parting to reveal the very tops of her black hose. Normally, Joan would have used several pins to keep it from revealing too much flesh, but tonight she was going all out to seduce Brad, and she had promised herself to leave her morals and conscience in the master bathroom.Brad complemented her several times during the meal, dwelling on the special preparation of. No one complained about it, I don’t think they noticed you looking at their cock. But I know whose cock you were staring at. I know you like those hot hairy teens, Mike.” Coach added.“You like your best friend’s, James, hairy little teen dick.” Coach said.I didn’t think that James’ dick was small. I thought It was pretty big. One of the biggest.I was speechless and let coach continue speaking.I looked down at Coach’s bulge and saw him rubbing his semi-erect cock through his thin tiny shorts..