Each knew why it had happened between them almost two years ago, the first time for either.Karen was standing in the bar, with a drink in her hand, su...rounded by men, of course, both white and black, and enjoying it immensely. She was dressed in a slinky yellow silk blouse that emphasized her full, jutting breasts, and also her deep black skin. Her eyes flashed with ambiguous sex, and Laura could see the men surrounding her almost quiver with lust every time she emitted a husky little giggle at. He said, “Sorry about that.”But he still kept hold of me. I said, “Don’t be daft. Our dicks are bound to touch. We can’t help our dicks touching.”So Dermot pulled me closer again, carried on cuddling me. This time I didn’t try and pull myself away coz it felt really nice having a cuddle with my mate. I really liked it. And our dicks touched again only this time Dermot didn’t pull himself away or say sorry. And we were lying there cuddled up to each other and his dick felt nice and warm against. The American flag they wore on their shoulders still stood for what they believed, which was country and freedom. 50 stars, 13 stripes red white and blue. A country that seemed so lost to these soldiers knew the cause they had died for. (The red, white, and blue)But still, the soldiers in black moved on knowing very well they were headed to a new and better combative campaign. They were full of fear, sadness, hate and love all at the same time. They marched on with this "feel" in their hearts. “You won the silver medal.” She grabbed my white dress shirt from where I’d hung it on a chair and we went to the kitchen for drinks, beer for me and water for her. We did a little kissing and touching, enough that I ended up lifting her up onto the counter and moving in close before she laughed and pushed me away so she could sip from her glass. She watched me admire her for a couple minutes. “I like the way you look at me,” she said. I smiled and looked at her some more and after a second she.