He just jerked them down, letting his hard dick jump up and throb against his belly.He had a good sized dick, and it was a deep brown color. He was Hi...spanic or some other dark-skinned race, it seemed. His balls were enormous and free of hair, but there was a giant forest of hair around his cock that led almost to his navel. This was quite a sight, and it truly turned me on.He wrapped his hand around his cock at the base of it and slowly, very slowly, stroked upward on it. I was thinking how. All I can say is that something didn't feel normal. Not knowing what exactly was going on, I asked her, "What was that?" She says, "What was what?" Way to play stupid and deny what she was doing. She clearly knows that she just rammed something the size of a bus up my ass. There's no way she can deny it.(background info) Turns out that she had desensitizing lube on her finger when she rubbed my hole. She also apparently had a lot of the same lube coating what she jammed in me. No wonder I could. I would also have said that my presence in his country was the result of a number of mistakes, including my own. I envied him. He would not be treated gently in a prisoner of war camp. He would not be killed. Unlike me, perhaps, he would live to return to his family. For him, the war was over. For me, the war ended 153 days later, when a passenger jet took me to Washington National Airport. Out in the field, when I was counting down the number of days until my return to “the world,”. She came and sat next to me and said "Let's talk"We talked for hours. Mary was indeed very promiscuous and it transpired that while she had been pretty much faithful up until about a month after we got married she had been with "several" (her terminology) men over the last few months. I asked her why and wasn't I good enough? She told me that it was nothing to do with me. While she dressed reasonably conservatively she had always got a lot of attention from men, she didn't know why but it had.