It wasn't like I threw myself on a live grenade or something. Oursergeant had a big mouth and told the commander and he did some paperworkfor me to ge... the medal. All it did was get me sent back home a couple ofmonths early. The only good thing about it is, if we ever have anychildren they will receive special treatment to get into any of theservice academies."He finished dressing and she stuck the two medals and Silver Star intoher purse. She chose to drive and they were off.They were driving. As I started to rub the oil into her skin, I noted the large areolas and the rising nipples on each mound. I wondered if Pam had an augmentation, and decided she hadn't because I couldn't detect any scars or marks of surgery. The more I massaged, the more Pam writhed and hummed in happiness.After a few minutes, I felt her hand reach out and grab my inflated cock through the thin athletic slacks the inn had provided. I nearly exploded, but resisted that urge. Pam said, "Now, you've saved the. When I came to I was laid on the floor - a whimpering, quivering messthat had wet himself - with the prison guards guffawing at my expense andMiss Stevens glaring down at me like a demon in a dress."What did I tell you, Josh?" she spoke, each word piercing my mind likean icicle. Suddenly I didn't feel so clever exploiting her phrasinganymore. The extent of my arrogance and stupidity had begun to sink infirst last night, but the past few minutes had properly brought it to theforefront."I'm. "Me too." You are one sexy thing," Portia complimented."Thanks," Simone said, again blushing."So find me a matching bra and thong to go with it," Portia said, before adding, "although I may not actually use the thong." You're so bad," Simone smiled, feeling very comfortable with this woman. She studied her breasts for a moment and asked, "34C?" Impressive," Portia nodded."I know breasts," Simone said, always proud she could predict a size. She then realized what her words could mean and.