In the north of Downshire was Town of Nettlefield which was a military town and home to the Downshire Light Infantry and was where Alan West lived and where he “operated” because he was what used to be known as a crumpet man.
It was not unusual for him to wake up every morning
seriously horny, and he often had disturbed nights of sleep and his porn filled
dreams were pretty much exclusively about past conquests who appeared in
various stages of undress, the result of which was that he was sporting a large
erection when he awoke which he had to take in the shower so he could wank
himself limp while he imagined satisfying another beautiful girl.
Alan had finished work for the day and was just musing
on his current situation and how much he wanted to fuck someone, he didn’t care
who, or where, then his roving eye was attracted to a very tidy jeggings clad
arse, and in his heightened state of arousal his first thought was “I wouldn’t
mind a go on that”.
Then the girl turned around and he saw it was one of
his most recent conquests and he realized he already had.
Then he chastised himself for being so shallow and
then his lustful gaze fell upon the jeggings ass again and he thought
“What the hell I’ll just fuck her again”.
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