It was always Spencer, scared to sleep at home with his drunken mother. He’d come up to my bedroom and crawl into my bed with me, and we’d talk al...l night. My parents loved Spencer, and always let him sleep over. As we got older, I don’t think they ever gave it a second thought. Spencer was like a son to them, they never thought anything sexual would happen between us. Neither did I. It was senior year. Spencer and I were both 18. I wanted to own a flower shop, he wanted to get out of town. I. We were soon in the dairy, basking in the warmth and removing our clothes, a toss of a coin had me losing and being the “victim” up on the cross, my erect dick doing its best to dig a hole in the wall I was facing with excitement, as Anne strapped me in place with my back facing her. Laughing she began flicking my back with what was to later become her favourite weapon, the cat, the mild stinging effect soon had my pre-cum dripping down the wall, just below where the planks crossed, the first. Base stations in France were suppose to communicate with the airships who were then to signal by flares to the aircraft that carried no radios. Naturally it had to be a clear weather operation.Alarmed by the worsening weather forecasts the bomber 'staffeln' remained on their fields in France. The army communications centre was supposed to then call the navy communications centre and pass on the news. No one knows at what point the communications broke down. Suffice to say the 'Luftschiffe. She had dark red hair, she kept it in a ponytail, she wore those sexy black glasses and she dressed up like a super sexy nerd. Well, to me. I was always attracted to the nerdy looking girls, not your avrage nerd who sits in the back of the class though, but the cute ones, you know. Her skin was pale white and she had those adorable bangs. She wore buttoned up shirts and skin tight jeans or leggings. She was so innocent looking and shy. I could tell she was a virgin, but she could get it any.