We called him and agreed to meet for a drink at a local bar.When Peter arrived he was everything I had hoped for, hewas huge.... everywhere. So we cha...tted, quickly drankup and almost ran back to our flat where I went and got changed while the guys got to knoweach other better. I slipped into my sexy french maid outfit and came back tosee them getting on like a house on fire. I began caressingPeter's crotch. I could feel this bulge growing and I caught sight of Peter licking his lips with. He removes the bandages on my hip and leg and side. He pushes on my belly and leg. It hurts but not as bad. Slowly he removes most of the bandages around my head. "Close your eyes," he says. "Don't open them until I say."They take all the bandages from my head. I'm so scared. "Ok," I hear. "Open your eyes slowly. Let me know what you see. If the light hurts close your eyes and let me know."It's bright. My eyes squint from the brightness but it doesn't really hurt. I blink my eyes and feel them. “That’s such a shame,” he sighed. “Would you like to tell me about it, my pretty?” She looked up at him coquettishly. “It’s been five days now.” “Five days since... “ She nodded. “And even then it was over very quickly.” “You never... “ She shook her head. “He never even went down on me either.” He reached out with his hand and stroked her face, brushing aside her long fair hair in the process. “That is such a shame,” he said softly. “A lovely young woman like yourself should be regularly. " I'm an engineer, not a flipping soldier," he repeated for what must have been the twentieth time. "Sure, I know more about the P-40 and what keeps her in the air than any of those glorified flyboys and jumped-up mechanics at the Curtiss Wright plant in Burbank. But, damn it all, why did they have to stick me on this motorized ice cube?" You sure as hell aren't much of a soldier, flipping or otherwise," Colonel Smythers snapped back. "We requisitioned you for your mechanical knowhow, not your.