Tim took my hand and placed it on his crotch and said mom's aren't always right. I moved my fingers around and felt his semi hard dick. He said go ahe...ad, put your fingers around it. Nervously I took Tim's dick and held it. Just like that, Tim said. Now move your hand up and down like this. He took my dick into his hand and moved up and down slowly. I copied his movement and felt his dick get stiffer. Tim took his hand and spat on it, I did the same and stroked him again. His hand felt good as. I went into the magazine of our missile system one day to check work that had been done that day shift and found Mike one of my missile techs balls deep in some female I didn’t recognize. Mikes’ pants were around his ankles and she was sitting on a work bench her pants and underwear in a ball on the deck. Her shirt was open in the front and her bra was pushed up over her breasts loosely. It only took seconds but that image was now engraved in my head. They both looked at me as I entered. You have given me a good pleasure. You can also touch my dick if you want.She looked at me and then again at my tool her eyes were looking dizzy.Mami: I am confused. This is not right but I liked your tool.I knew her problem. I attacked her now. I started squeezing her boobs and hold her bums. She was also excited and I started removing her sarree. She was excited now. She took my tool in hand and felt lightened. I picked her up and took her to bedroom. She was only in petticoat now. I pulled. She hadn't looked at me.There was nothing I could say that would have solved anything, but her words struck me into thinking new thoughts. I'd never thought much about evil. I called myself that because that is what my actions would have been called by my religious community, but as a child would, I simply ignored a word that didn't really mean much to a child. Now I was at that age were my moral compass would be magnetized, and I had to ask myself. Was I risking an eternity of hell? Had I.