This day, like the first one, started off normal enough. The weather wasfine. The sun was beaming, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and arefreshing co...l breeze swept through the air.Unfortunately, my sisters and I were wasting it indoors by watching theafternoon cartoons. Half way in, a commercial came on for a water park.Although I had seen this same ad many times before, even during the lastsummer holidays, after my incident I found myself looking at it in a verydifferent way.The thirty. I was fine in missionary. I mean it felt great but I was in no danger of cumming early. But we switched into spoon, and the first time I plunged balls deep inside of her in this position, it was like something was waiting for the tip of my cock at the end (base) of her pussy. It squeezed my glans, wouldn't let go and coaxed an orgasm out of me right then and there. I moaned, "Uhhhhhhh, I gotta pull out," but Christine was having none of that. She reached around and pressed her one hand against. She looked gorgeous in tight black dress and high heals. We went in a bar near the lake and had few cocktails. When we came back, we were all kinda drunk and the mood was great. My friend suggested we have a wine at home, so we all agreed and started drinking.While we were sitting in the living room she started joking about sexy stuff with her husband and got more playful.Soon enough the sexual tension started feeling more and more, and they started touching each other.His hand started going. “I’m medically retired from the army after my Chinook was shot down outside Mosul in 2016. I lost two friends in that crash. I’ve been seeing a psychiatrist to help me cope with my TBI, and for the most part, the meds have been helpful. But I need help with my nightmares, survivors’ guilt, and coping day today.”Hanna’s eyes brightened with recognition after hearing her explanation. “You are CW3 Trisha Masters?”“Yes, I am. How do you know me?”“You might not believe it, but I was at Walter Reed.