Steve needed some cigarettes so got dressed and went out to find some, meanwhile Jean told me to lie down on the bed, she lay down between my legs and... started to suck my cock, solid again, now she moved to my balls and started there, then she pushed my legs up so they were bent at the knee, she started to lick my arse, pushing her tongue inside and wanking my cock at the same time, then she started to slip her finger in, she felt me tense and told me to relax, she would not hurt me only give me. Maybe one of them tells a funny story and all the rest of the guys laugh...." "Silkie, that guy with the smokes, that's me...... that's how I feel about myself now." "What are you talking about?" In the Air Force, first I guarded H-bombs. Warheads. RV's. In Wyoming. I was reading Ghandi and A.J. Muste at the time, so I thought a lot about my place in all this. Then, around the time Martin Luther King got shot, I got sent to Viet-Nam." "I was loading napalm canisters on these prop planes. Yeah,. There were also a few bottles of red wine, which we drank slowly as we started talking and eating.It was a jovial atmosphere, he was eyeing my entire body which was turning me on. I was attracted to him more than ever.The wine was showing its effect: he started stroking my thighs, gradually taking his strokes over my crotch. I was getting out of control now. I leapt out of my chair and into his lap.He took my shirt off and we started kissing passionately, like hungry dogs. His warm, wet tongue. “Now, clean it up. That was just for fun. If you’re going to make me hard again, you gotta give my whole ass and hole a good tongue bath, like my old lady does. She does it nice and slow. ‘Course, you went and got my come all over me, ya sloppy whore. You’ll have to clean that up too. Start scrubbing, ass-licker.”I thought I would hurl for sure. This fucker was sick. I knew he’d make me do it, but I needed to pause, to think. I roused myself again with thoughts that if I just got it over with,.