You’re a better lover, although he wasn’t bad by anymeans. Would you consider going to his room for some funtonight?”I paused, then ...eplied, “I don’t know. Sure I’vefantasized about it but that’s a big step.”“Honey, I gave up my cherry in high school and hadboyfriends almost all the time until I met you. Has thathurt my pussy or made me love you any less?” “Well, no…”“OK then. Here’s your chance to try. I want to change clothes and then we need to have a family meeting." I kissed Ivan. "I'm not done with you, yet."He grinned lewdly. "Any any, Boss." Good boy. Give me fifteen."I went to my room, changed to a more comfortable t-shirt and a pair of lightweight pajama-like things we'd started calling 'house pants'.I took a minute marvel at my changing physique. Sex was aerobic and the daily 'workouts' were beginning to show. I was actually developing abs. Not a six-pack any time soon, but better. He booked in the last row. Anita was super excited as she had not fucked in a public place before. She was scared and excited also.When we were about to leave, Anita’s hubby called and told her to come home early as his parents had come. Anita was crest-fallen, all hugged and kissed and told her not to worry. We will plan soon once again for her.I sucked all the cocks and sat in their laps, and rode them. They fucked me in the doggy style. I bent on the backrest of the front row seat. I wore a. Drills become a chore, rather than a sacred duty. For a missileer, your enemy is not a thermonuclear warhead, but boredom. There is no battlefield upon which one might find honor, no flesh and blood enemy to kill for the Motherland. There is only interminable waiting. Isolated from prying officers, missileers often find themselves with relaxed discipline. And it was through this combination of license and boredom that Lieutenant Stanislav Petrosian snuck a floppy disk into the heart of.