Forgetting about my lip happened quickly as the kissing got harder and more intense. All I could think about were Mr. Nash’s lips firmly against my ...wn and the way our tongues were going at each other, as if they needed each other to survive. The feeling was so intense that my breathing was heavy and I could hear it loudly in the room, mixed in with the occasional moans that crossed his lips. I moved myself a little to make it easier for Mr. Nash to take my pants off, leaving me sitting on the. After I commenced licking his knob, my twitching arse began begging to get plundered. If there was one thing I desired more than all at this moment, it was to get fucked by this Nubian god.After the briefest blowjob where I was only able to accommodate the dusky pink head, I looked up at Mbulelo and begged him to fuck me.With a self-satisfied look on his face, Mbulelo calmly took control. After I knelt in the doggy position on the slatted bench, Mbulelo orchestrated the scene by inviting one of. Her husband was one of the principal figures on the center stage but I couldn’t remember his name either or what he did for a living. I had always found it ironic that we recognized people by their name or their career but seldom by other redeeming qualities. Many people only remembered people by their name attached to a profession such as ‘Rob, the doctor’ as opposed to ‘Rob, the banker’. One of our neighbors was notorious for her short summary of people with three attributes, ‘that’s Rob, the. I was co-captain on my high school team.”“You guys any good?”“We took the state championship my senior year!” Then I gave a wry smile. “Seems silly now, I guess.”He nodded. “It may seem silly now, but I can tell you it’s one of the things that made you the soldier you are today. Being a good soldier isn’t just about knowing how to shoot or drive a truck or tank or fire a gun. It’s about teamwork and leadership. You know that because you’re a leader. The best soldiers are the ones who take.