I had NEVER experienced such pleasures. It felt like he had an inch worth of tongue up in me as the other man, on his knees, kept sucking my cock and ...icking my balls. The man who was sucking me stripped naked and pulled my shirt off and started to suck my nipples, he was rubbing me as he was doing this, eventually turning me around to his partner.The seated man started to suck my cock as the other mans cock was in the crack of my ass and he was just sliding up and down. I don’t know what. "Oh heavens that's him, It's his donkey." Keeley said eyes blinking watching his big strong torso disappear behind them in a cloud of car dust."That box he was pulling," Cassandra added hand to mouth, "it looked like a coffin."Diora slowed looking over her shoulder. "The cart, the donkey, the poor man what's he doing?" She decided to turn around and pull up to the straining figure"He must have taken hours to get this far." Cassandra surmised as he stopped hand on hips panting looking at the. The vast spaces must have been jarring to him. He didn't see any combat, but he lived under constant threat of attack for three years. There was no way to call home, and letters came infrequently.Then the war ended and he came back to the little house in South Philadelphia.The Navy years were the most vivid ones of his life. When I was a kid in the 1950s I used to love visiting my grandparents' house because George would keep everyone laughing with his impressions of Navy life. He was a gifted. That’s why Mr Hardwick used him as a photo-model so often. He was a pantywaist who knew instinctively how to position his figure and how to compose appropriate expressions. He could portray a sleazy tart if required, or act the naughty lad with mischievous, heavy-lidded come hither eyes. Alternatively, he could take on the guise of a sunny-faced, innocent virgin who seemed completely unaware of the sexuality oozing from him. He enjoyed doing it. He enjoyed thinking about the hundreds of men who.