”Frank held his head high as he walked up the steps to the stage. No one dying was a relief. He had his Christmas present a leather jacket on along ...ith his ball cap that read “Washington Space Cadets.” His ballcap had the Rank of Major front and centered. The Mayor knew Frank was a young man but... “Major Taylor?”“Yes Sir.” Frank held out his right hand for a handshake.“Can I call you Frank Sir?” Frank Nodded, “Please call me Don.” Frank Smiled.“Frank, how many young men are in your. Giving us both ample time to enjoy the next meeting. On the way home as we rode quietly in the car, you moved closer to me, letting your hand fall to my thighs, slowly stroking my leg. your eyes staring off into space, as I know you were thinking of Jim. I broke the silence, as your hand touched against my swollen manhood,that pressed up against my pants, moaning softly. you looked into my eyes and smiled. "Hum " you said "what do we have here." looking down at the refection trying to escape.. The sounds she was making, the content cooing, the moaning, and the dainty – or not so – slobbering sounds, had a visceral effect on my libido. While I was thinking that we had not had some good old fucking for a while, now it was clear that there was no going back from this orgasm. She knew it and I could tell that it was exactly what she wanted, too. (This was always something I appreciated in women – their selflessness when it comes to us poor bastards.) Within another four or five minutes I. When it all subsided, I looked at her like a lovesick puppy. I knelt down on my knees to hug and thank her. Slipping into her arms, she cuddled me like the baby girl she wanted me to be. My soft whispers were of praise, thanks, and adoration. She smiled, telling me she'd wanted to do that since she first opened her door to me, all the while stroking my hair as I returned to normal in her arms.Her kimono was askew, allowing a view of her cleavage. I took it upon myself to thank her by easing my.