Zip. Nada. Neit. There was sex between some of the troops, of course, but often none---and so returning home, these young guys were practically explod...ing with frustrated sexual urges and desires; and the number one, overriding urge the came home with was to either fuck some woman, any woman, like crazy, or, it that wasn't a possibility, then lots and lots of masturbation (and plenty of porn to go with it), or, failing that, a blow job, and blow job by whoever was willing to give it; and that. She wore a lab-coat that hung to her knees, but thankfully the buttons didn't go all the way down and when she re-crossed her legs, he got a glimpse of trim kneecaps. He wondered if she might be naked underneath and in a rare moment of benevolence, he forgave his girlfriend for forcing him to make the appointment. "This stupid thing," he said, hand groping. "My female patients don't complain." He smirked without spite. She was a tall woman, well over six feet, judging by the way she filled the. Better you should do like everyone else, even my parents and teachers, who all call me Hardcase. If I get riled, I flay them with my tongue, slashing with words their weaknesses and phobias, reducing them to shuddering tears in seconds, I feel really realy badly about it afterwards, and have to use my knowledge of the human psyche to build them up again. Pavlovian response, negative conditioning, make people tremble and stutter when my eyes start to narrow.Steetch is a great guy, easy going,. I was wearing a flowy mid thigh length white skirt with a tiny white g-string underneath. A lace peek a boo bra under a pink silk button up tank & strappy silver heels. I felt sexy & ready to have some fun. I daydreamed about sex, making my way across I-70 until I realized I was hungry. I pulled off the next exit as it had a gas station & Dairy Queen which happened to be across from an Adult Entertainment Emporium (so the sign said). As I got out of my car a gust of wind went up my skirt & I.