He then directs you to wash him. Every inch of him. You start with his hair. From there his face, then arms and chest. You move down toward your ...avorite parts, and he stops you. “Wash my feet, then you move up from there”, he instructs. You do as you are told. As you get on your knees, he places a foot on your shoulder. As you was his feet, you cannot take your eyes off this cock. You want it so badly. He switches feet and your desire for his member does not go unnoticed. Once. Cost me my right arm. I hear you caught an IED on the right side of your head. Nasty things, those IEDs."Zeus: "Unless you grew it back, it was the left arm you lost. I saw 'em strap you onto that plane back to Ramstein. And I got hit on the left side of my head. I can show you the titanium plate, when I get there, tomorrow."Scotty: "You coming here? What's the occasion? It's kinda slow and I was hoping to take Friday off."Zeus: "I won't take up much of your time. Before I explain, let me say. She loves all the bad things. And of course my tits are larger, but that’s not just fat—that’s fakery. And it’s also not new, although every time I wake I’m just amazed. I discovered ten wakings ago that I’d gone from a B cup to a double-D. Big, soft tits onto my petite five-foot-three frame. When he woke me that time, my back muscles were sore, still straining to hold up these new jugs of mi—of hers. Hers, her jugs. That’s what he calls them, her ‘jugs.’ They’re called a lot of things. Men. I want to enjoy this moment so I slowly move down to his cheeks and then to his lips and she also enjoying the same and giving me green signal to carry on and started caressing my back. I keep kissing and smooching like mad,, she is also responding well, we are getting hot and our smooch is getting passionate and we are now exploring somewhat like tongue – wrestling and we continued kissing each other for around 10 minutes and then I had taken one step ahead and started pressing her boobs over.