Im slipping and sliding all over that thing almost falling off multiple times. His sweat is dripping onto my chest, he wiped his forehead multiple tim...s and stroked me using his sweat as lube while pumping into me. Shit was sexy and i was turned on like crazy. He put both hands around my legs, hands on top of my thighs near my waist and worked his dick in with me sliding up and down the ottoman. He would slam into me sliding me back and pull me back into his cock making my toes curl something. I rolled over, laid on my back and jerked myself off as his load seeped out of my ass. We spent the rest of the night playing video games and didn't really talk about it much more. During the week we chatted online again and talked about our fun weekend, he said he felt bad for cumming in my ass and I told him not to worry and that I actually enjoyed it. Mark came over every night that week and we spent a lot of time "fixing our bikes" as the weeks went on taking his dick became a lot easier. He was punctual most of the time, and when he was not punctual the old woman would scold him. He seemed like a friendly person to me. I liked to watch him work and he seemed to like to talk with me. He would tell me about his village, the festivals there, his wife and his many quarrels with her. My mother also liked to talk with him. She one day told him our story, about my father and our little tea-shop. He was a good listener and he listened to her as he chopped wood. He addressed my mother. " Oh, please twist me! My sex-weak body was responding to his leg between my legs and my pussy was throbbing harsh. I really hoped he couldn't feel it and I was begging my soaked underwear not to stain him. "Take a step back from my leg, grab my arm and pull it up on my back." "Um... are you sure Sergeant?" "Yes, I'll show you how to get out of it and use it against the enemy." "Ok." I tentatively did as he said. "Private Jones...?" He looked at me with a taunting look that made me want to.