The door nudged open to reveal a man in his 60’s, dressed in tracking pants and a polo shirt, joggers on his feet, balding, lowering his trousers to... expose an surpringly big cock. My surprise must have shown on my cock level face.he spoke, a dry cracked voice,“Yep, BIG ain’t it. Gonna get bigger before too long, and thicker, big time thicker!” He reached for my head as he finished introducing my eager tongue to it! I licked furiously and could feel it growing longer and becoming easier to get. Unusually tall, he’d look down upon her with the wry condescension of one who knew a secret. It was infuriating. She swore he splayed his fingers at the opportune moment, just enough to graze the top of her corset. It was the fourth night he’d been so bold and tonight she’d very nearly knocked poor Hamlet down in her indignation. Young Peter Jordan had steadied her, spreading his hands over her hips, rather like righting a clumsy star onto a Christmas tree. She pried the youthful fingers loose. " "What happened darling, why after all these years have you fell out of love with the army?" I thought about it for a moment, we weren't supposed to tell anyone what we did or even where we were. I was in my second stint with the Regiment and I'd met blokes in there, fought with them even, done obbos; observation jobs, once very common in Northern Ireland and other places around the globe!) with them and they'd told me their wives thought they were in bloody Germany or even the north of. Even though they feel confused about why they did it, why they enjoyed it, and why they crave it. Once they suck a big, stiff cock and feel the thrill of cum sliding down their throat there is no going back. No forgetting the fulfilling sensation of submission. They will feel guilty, they will question their own sexuality and often tell themselves they will never do it again...but they always do...once Pandora's Box is open the world they once knew, the world they thought they understood is.
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