Now his shorts were definately shrinking, he reached under his elasticated waist and adjusted himself, making it so I could see his members outline un...der the material, and it looked big.It wasn't long before the sausage lay forgotten on the plate and I was throwing my legs in the air to give him a nice view of my round ass in white panties. I could see him pumping himself under his shorts now, his arm was working furiously when I untucked my cock from the restriction of pants. I got on all. None of my regiment survived.”“And you at least came back home safe to your wife.”He spat. “The bitch ran off with a Westphalian hussar when she found I had lost part of my right leg. Not that she was much of a wife—I expect the hussar traded her in for a plug of tobacco — after he had finished plugging her.”He laughed. “I do all right with the ladies. There are many widows hereabouts, and although I may be missing part of my right leg my middle leg is in excellent order. There is a red headed. There had been plenty of times when I had arrived home when one or more of them were visiting and they were out by the pool tanning topless. When they saw me walk out they very unhurriedly reached for their tops and took their time putting them back on and readjusting them, giving me the opportunity of long exposed views of very beautiful well endowed firm bare breasts - all the while each of them were looking directly at me with big grins on their faces. Lydia as well as the others seem to. She was wearing a pair of short khaki shorts and a slightly tight T-shirt.“Barnim, how are you doing?”“I’m OK. How are you doing Kiku?”“Great, I’m getting ready to leave for college next week.”“Awesome, so where are you going?”“Stanford, they offered me a full academic scholarship.”“Wow, that’s great. You seem more relaxed and carefree.”“Yeah, my parents have let up on me since the scholarship came in. I’m even driving to school by myself next week.” We talked for a few minutes before she moved.