“Fuck you, Phil. You’re in an air conditioned office! I can’t do this anymore! No, we cannot put it off! How? How am I going to get some kind of...a fucking deal? You’re a great help! No, fuck you!” She threw the phone onto the bed. And she screamed, “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Bob’s face appeared in the doorway. The tears were falling down her face and onto her already wet t-shirt. He came up behind her and put his arms around her waist. She laid her head back on his shoulder. He touched her forehead. I feel bad that I didn’t see something was wrong when I first got to the ramp. I was too full of what I was doing to really pay attention. Please forgive me.’ ‘For what? There was nothing you did wrong.’ ‘I just feel badly about it. I was raised to believe that a man’s first duty was to protect all women. So that is how I am.’ ‘You seem to do a good job of it.’ ‘It gets me it trouble sometimes when they don’t want to be protected.’ She laughed with me. We reached the straight section of the. . go ahead; I'm gonna fuck him just like this," he said from his upright kneeling position between my spread legs. I saw a big shadow pass over me as Sven moved forward and lifted himself over my prone body, a leg on either side of my chest. He sat back and I saw that beautiful smooth crevice of his open up as he lowered his round firm butt right onto my face. I instinctively extended my tongue and feathered it across his puckered hole."Yeah, that's it, work that hole real good," he said as he. I am Cpt. (ret) Albert White, 51, and married to Constance Seymore-White, 48. I don’t know why she wanted the hyphen, but I did not really mind either.I am a medically retired military officer, retired for a really stupid reason, I was injured while playing softball for the post team at the inter-service games. An infantry officer with a pronounced limp isn’t what the generals wanted. I was educated in English Literature and American Military History on an Army ROTC scholarship. I was and am.