The problem I have is I wasn't really sure exactly what he did to me because it was so damn fast. I read Sgt. Blaine's personnel file and it alluded t...o the fact that he was excellent in martial arts, but whoever wrote that was full of shit! He was much more than excellent, he was formidable! I looked forward to the day when we could 'take a walk' together.I continued to watch Sgt. Blaine and realized that he also watched me. Then I came up with an idea and ordered...Flashback – Ben and Jack –. Not nicely in a ‘let’s be friends’ kind of way but a horrible took advantage of me, made light of me and taunted and abused my obsession with her kind of way. She often humiliated me in public and yet, I remained obsessed with her. Everyone knew that. But I was never good enough for her, not tall enough, not good looking enough, not sporty enough, not enough money, nothing about me was good enough at all for her; nothing. She often took advantage of my better nature, she would have me drive her. Taste two hard, sweet cocks in my mouth." At the same time, Mother?" Ted asked."I can't do that, baby," Donna replied. "But I can suck both of them. One after the other, take turns on them."Both Mike and Ted, grinning from ear to ear, shoved their jeans off and stepped from them. They both wore T-shirts, and left them on. Seeing her sons this way seemed more exciting to Donna. Both had stiff cocks from watching her lewd antics, and she looked from one to the other. Each, in their own way,. I slid out of the bag and sat cross-legged on it and reached for the cargo bag. It was at this point that some things finally occurred to me. I was Harold Lee Scoville. I was 93 years old. The last I remembered before last night had been laying in bed waiting to die of old age and generally crappy health. There should be no way I could be sitting in a tent somewhere by a lake, let alone sitting cross-legged. I was far too old for that shit.So I looked at myself for the first time, and damn it,.