” As Tonya moved over, Jennifer took the dish sponge. She was grateful that Tonya let her help.Tonya smiled as she felt Jennifer join her at the kit...hen sink. Her instinct was right about holding back questions. She knew that Jennifer would talk to her when she was ready. Over the past few years, Tonya learned that her neighbor shared her feelings more if she let her initiate the conversation. Grabbing a dish towel, she smiled. “I’ll dry.”Jennifer began washing the plates, deciding she would. “So how long has it been since you last were with a person?” she asked inquisitivelyI stammered. I couldn’t speak well but I mumbled out “7 years.”She started to kiss me more and more. Her hands moved like silk down my outer thighs.“So I guess you’ve been here diddling yourself for some time now.” She spoke in a mournful and more understanding voice.At that moment I realized how much I wanted her here all fears and embarrassment melted away. We sat in silence for awhile as she rubbed me. Her. "Everyone relaxed somewhat. Things weren't as bad as they could have been.The Sergeant Major spoiled the good news. "That's not entirely accurate, sir," he said in a guilty tone. "I'm afraid he does have a few HE rounds in his magazine. There was a discrepancy in the inventory and it was easier to just keep them than to get the records corrected." Oh, shit!" The Major exclaimed. This was clearly new information to him and 'disgusted' didn't come close to describing his tone of voice. That about. I feel your stiff member jump a little in my mouth. I let it slide out, but leave my hand between your legs. I'm sorry, is this OK? Do you want me to stop? I withdraw my finger just a little.No? OK, then. Instantly my lips part to receive your trembling pecker, its glistening head just pushing past the uncut foreskin. My wet finger, meanwhile, renews its exploration with additional vigour. Another moan-grunt from you as I put a little pressure on your tight hole and the tip of my finger slips.