After two and a half years caring for soldiers with the Red Cross Society, I felt qualified to identify a battle wound when I saw one. Absently, I won...dered if this young man was returning to the Front, or whether his travels brought him home on leave. My own brother was in the training camps now. God only knew whether I would see him again. Having finished his search, the soldier sat heavily beside me on the bench, a small piece of chocolate in hand. He stretched his legs in front of himself. She was fast. I could see that she was desperate for it.I saw her lean body and her tiny boobs with big nipples popping out. Now I realized that she was well aroused soon. Quickly she laid again in the same position next to me and started pressing my boobs. I started rubbing my nipples that are really big.I was laying there in pleasure with my eyes closed. She was moving her hand all over my breasts and pressing them with all she can. Her hand wasn’t able to completely grab my heavy tits. And I. I’d really like someone to watch while I do it, Do you think you’d like to watch me masturbate with my shorts off? My body is not perfect but you may enjoy it. Again dumbfounded I said “yes” and nothing else. (I just couldn’t believe how lucky I was!) With that she unfastened the top button on her shorts put her legs tight together and slid them down around her ankles pushed them off with one foot then hit the steering tilt wheel adjuster pushed the wheel forward pushed her seat all the way. But you do it like a dance, like water. And you seem to coat every bit of me. With your flesh and with your hands. You’re drenching me and drowning me so I gasp for breath. How quickly your hands have moved, like spiders. Coated in webs of passion, I’m now burning alive. In my soul and in my mind. Like we were made into a cocktail, shaken and stirred. I’m dizzy, drunk, and forgetful, as the vodka, but you being as the water, keep rhythm with your tides. You wash over my legs and navel. You.