She was not sure just how much she really loved all of this, and she had long thought that no matter how bad it was, it was going to end soon. At leas... in the beginning. She realized, with a bit of an eye opening start, that for the last week she had not even thought about her naked time ending, rather she had been a bit concerned that she might miss some of the fun. Had she really changed that much? Feeling herself getting slightly damp, she realized that perhaps she had. She had no idea how. Yet, despite all, even she couldn't stop a major crisis from engulfing her country. Five months after Dean was sworn into office, a major domestic terrorist group known as MASK sent troops from all over the world to the US. Dean mobilized the military and declared war on the organization, the first war fought on American soil. Unfortunately, MASK possessed advanced technology, and their enigmatic leader, Warmaster, was a tactical genius who was seemingly uncapturable. Almost every battle ended. And I wake up to a sound, she’s slapping me she wants more. She demands me to go down on her, maybe I am just a good pussy licker or something but she wats me to go down on her again. She wants me to drink every drop of honey dripping from her pussy and I just do that, and just when her clit can’t take it any my I push my manhood inside of her, and I keep thrusting until I can hear her scream in lust. I keep pushing until i know she will want this again n again. And then I bring some oil from. I missed sex, having tried it on my wedding night and twice more in the day after and then he was whisked away leaving me asking why? I wish I had never tried the bloody thing a woman's body remembers those experiences, three times and then eighteen months of nothingness, no wonder women around me are sneaking out at weekends and looking for foreign soldiers, airman and seamen, just to feel like a woman again, up against a brick wall, doing her bit for the war effort and sending a stranger back.