Only when his heavy canvas rucksack hit the floor did I look up. He had stooped to rummage in his sack, and I quickly took note of his appearance. He ...ore a grey-green wool coat, and dusty brown leather boots. His trousers were tucked into the boots at the knee, and I could tell from the stiff way he bent his left leg that he had been wounded. After two and a half years caring for soldiers with the Red Cross Society, I felt qualified to identify a battle wound when I saw one. Absently, I. Those fingers and the hand in general just working slowly and gently, to feed the need in the thing that was fucking her mouth. Raking the nails over the smooth, hairless ball-sack flesh. Finding each testicle and rolling them around her fingers like giant marbles. When the rutting became more urgent, those same testicles slapping the underside of Stephane's chin. The combination, or coming together of those two separate entities, mouth and cock creating quite the obscene, disgusting noises.. What was meant tohappen was that she'd put her foot on one end and flip the board up so shecould catch it. But she put her foot down too quickly and the board cameflying at her. She screamed and flinched, the board hitting her andfalling to the floor. She heard the laughter."It's cool Esme. You're just out of practice." She watched as Aiden pickedup the board.By the time they got back, the BBQ had already started. Esme could smellthe food from the driveway. Around the back, the adults stayed on. “Sorry ‘bout that!” came a booming voice that belonged to no lady that I know. The voice sounded more like a very young man. I wouldn’t have thought a teen, but definitely not yet a man. I giggled to myself and pranced again in front of the mirror. Good thing he doesn’t know who is right next to him ‘cause this cougar would take him down in a heart beat. I heard him removing his jeans and simply couldn’t help myself. I had to peek. I covered my mouth and set my eye near the hole and looked up..