.. although, in this case it was Sgt. Murphy ... Sharpe Field was extremely close to restored. Crews of laborers had swept through the barracks site w...th chainsaws, pruners, rakes and trash bags. The place was taking on the groomed look of a southern prewar military base ... except ... there seemed to be a lot of deep dark tans. The runways had been restored to pre abandonment beauty. Fresh white paint abounded. Where once an officers' Dusenberg had prowled the trim streets, a Piper or Cessna. Each time I bobbed down I went a little further. I wanted to feel every inch to have every inch of Kevin’s cock filling my mouth. Soon he cummed in my mouth and I swallowed it. I'm here to tell you, you’ve never had a sexual experience like the one when you let another man shoot a load of his hot cum in your mouth and you feel each burst of cum hitting the back of your throat. Then Kevin had me sit on the edge of the couch. This time it was him on his knees sucking me. Reaching far up between. I've never done that sort of thing ever before in my life. But now that I think of it, yeah, I did enjoy it to some extent. I got really turned on there for a while. But then it got to be just too much you know, where I started to feel bad about what was happening and I could see all those red marks and bruises from where I had lashed her. I think I realized then that I could come to really like using her that way and it made me feel guilty and that's when I stopped. But I was turned on still. Kathy could not avoid looking at his bare buttocks as they hiked. On occasion, when they were going up an incline, she was presented good views of his scrotum which would swing free as he lifted a leg over a rock or fallen branch. From her angle, that was pretty much all she saw and began to understand why some people called them 'balls.' She had heard that more than once by her friend, Nancy, who was baby sitting her baby brother and pointed out his anatomy to Kathy when changing his.