. PLEASE put it inside of me!"I rubbed my cock against her wet lips some more, pushed in just a bit and add:"And mother of the year goes to....." a sa...id in my best game-show host's voice, and then in one thrust, sank in all the way, spreading her walls and literally pushing the breath out of her lungs."Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh" she moaned out, like the whore that she had now become. I withdrew and then pushed in to the hilt, causing her the arch her back in an attempt to keep me from being so. "The winner," the adjutant cried, "gets her for twenty-four hours, then she goes into the regiment's rest house."The girl stared out over the crowd, her mouth wiggling and her eyes wet. She was pale but her cheeks were pink and her knees shook. I watched her grip the boards with her toes and felt pity for her.We got three shots at three penny pieces set on a post. By the time I got my turn, only two men had hit even one of the coins. The brisk wind was from the sea, and I had watched some men. Her pubic hair was peeking out from both sides of her bikini and I just couldn’t take it any more. I wanted to go inside and relieve myself to the sent of her hairy pussy in her dirty panties she had taken off just a short time before. But I couldn’t. My dick was too hard to risk getting out of the pool and her seeing it standing at attention in my shorts. As I rested with one arm supporting myself at the edge of the pool, only 4 feet from my mom’s hairy gap between her legs, the only thing in. .Then I wake up, crying.I dont know what to do about this.I dont know who I can talk to.I know dreams aren't real, but it comes from somewhere, but where?And its not just the dream. Sometimes, I look at myself in the mirror, andI look .... wrong, somehow. I look and I half-expect to see the girl frommy dream looking back at me.And the fact she doesn't is a grief I cant even begin to describe ....I've got to pull myself together, shake this off somehow.I wish I had someone to talk to about.