I kept thinking about how near I'd come to actually seeing my mother's face. It didn't occur to me that it was simply a dream, unconnected with any re...lity. I started thinking more and more about the woman who was my birth mother.I'd never admitted it before, but I had been very hurt and troubled over the idea that someone had just decided to give me away, after I was already three years old. What was so wrong with me that my own mother would decide to do that? I always wondered why I didn't. Spanner had heard a recording of Bix Beiderbecke and been so captivated he acquired a cornet and was now learning to play. I decided to take a leaf from his book and obtain a cornet myself.In my barrack room was a member of the RAF Halton Military Band. I can't remember his name so I shall refer to him as "Bob". He played the euphonium, was excused boots, was working his ticket, and belonged to the 80th Entry, although none of that necessarily made him a bad person. I asked him if he knew where. He had a slightly worried expression on his face until I explained that he was a brilliant cocksucker, but it was time he freed his cock. I wanted to touch him. Hold him. Explore him. I needed to touch him. I needed to feel him. I felt a desperate need to taste my first cock, his cock.In a flash he was on his feet, tugging his jeans down to his ankles. He grinned at me and gestured towards his semi-erect cock. Gingerly, shakily, I reached out and my fingers brushed across his meat. Warm. My. With one quick hairy backhand from the tree trunk sized arm across Brandon’s jaw he went flying thought the tent. By the time his body landed he was barely conscious. With a one quick swipe of the creatures hand he spun Linda’s body around from facing him to on her hands and knees, and with a second swipe and barely audible tear her little cotton panties disappeared. Still in shock she instinctively tried to crawl away. His huge hand gripped her shoulder to hold her in place. The beast.