”“I don’t think I could do it, Tyrone,” I told him. “Have you guys gotten in touch with Roscoe?”“Mom called, but they’re on lockdown. ...She left a message with somebody.”I sighed. “Maybe I can do something about that. Let’s go talk to your mom.”Roscoe Buckminster was a first-class cadet at West Point, what everybody else would call a senior. Roscoe had wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps in the Army but decided to apply to West Point. Since their official address of record was still in. He probably would have enjoyed them, anyway, given his personality and such, but his past simply increased his delight in them. Judging by the passion in his kiss, he also suffered from a forced emotional discipline that he could now relax. Even with his hidden rebellious streak, this tendency to restrain one’s feelings had to be forcibly cast aside because of its influence on his mind.“Wow, you really suffered from such repression, didn’t you? A gray and bleak existence, with the only color. I kiss your lips again, gently, tenderly. Then your cheek, your neck... rubbing your chest, I lay you back on the table, standing between your legs... I bump our cocks together as I glide my hands all over your fuckin' sexy body. All over your chest, down your tummy, running my fingers thru your pubic hair... I kiss your balls, each one tenderly... I move my left hand up your thigh, encircling the base of your throbbing shaft, I pull your cock slightly toward me... I kiss the tip and begin. Coltrane became a little louder.Jackie's body was a feast to the senses and mine were in overdrive as I looked and touched everywhere. My hand glided across the soft skin and cupped a breast. My tongue licked the nipple. It stood at attention. Another lick left it dripping. Jackie squealed "More!" and I shifted to the other breast.A hand forced my head far down her body. I did not resist. "Delightful," I sighed as I inhaled deeply while looking at the drops of moisture resting on the soft folds.