“Yes I’m here, Melissa,” Helen said, her voice between a sob and a laugh.‘Scratch my pussy’Uh Oh. She said it again.“What did she say, Dan...ny?” Helen looked at me, her eyes wide.“Uh, well that was the sentence she spoke to the Doctor. He told her, that if she itched, I would scratch it for her. He was trying to get her to talk and did she ever”I kinda laughed, to see what Helen would do.“She’s just hallucinating is all Danny. She doesn’t know what she’s saying. I apologize for my sister,” Helen. Mutt wasn't his real name of course, it was Horatio. Yeah, he really did prefer Mutt, and so did we. Even his dad called him Mutt.It was the 1960's, and high school football or not, the running game was still dominant in the sport. The old '3 yards and a cloud of dust'. Mutt was built more along the lines of Jake Warner or Bear Thompson, except that he didn't have Bear's gut. He was very quick for his size, and the prototypical straight-ahead runner. With him at fullback and Joe's zig-zag, high. She told me the last two guys tag teamed her, switching between her pussy and mouth, and both the guys cumming deep in her pussy, one after the other. I slid a finger inside her swollen pussy feeling the juicy wetness. I moved between her legs and gently lapped up the flowing nectar. Fluttering my tongue on Nicole’s clit, advancing the flow from inside her as she cooed and squirmed with pleasure. She clasped her hands on my head, and help my face tight against her vagina, I plunged my tongue. While it had been late night back in Diocles Township, it was early evening here. Some off-duty Marines had gathered in the bar of the hostel. From the street I could hear music and laughter. I felt awake and jittery.When I walked in the front door, there was a lull in the voices as they saw a Navy uniform in a Marine hang-out. In the silence a voice from the bar called out, “Hey, it’s Lieutenant Steward! Lieutenant, come on back here!” The invitation seemed to release the tension in the room.