God bless me.“Are you talking about your wet pantie?”, I was nervous.My friend’s wife’s face was brightened up. She really left the pantie int...ntionally.“Yes, do you like it.” She seemed to be nervous too.“Of course, I love it. But I want the real thing”, I said.I got more courage when she confirmed that she left the pantie was intentional. She bit her lower lip and said, “You can taste the real thing too.”I indeed won the lottery. That beautiful woman in front of me just said that I could. Adamantly Amanda argued that it was his spunk and he must be trying to punish her by not admitting they had fucked earlier. Mark tried his very best to explain that he had not seen her before she went to the doctor's appointment let alone fucked her and since her appointment time there had not been time for anyone to have sex with her. He added almost sarcastically that's if you went to the doctor's. Amanda screamed at him that she was not the one who constantly needed to get some spare. Uh ... I need your cock—your keys. Your car keys." GET A FUCKING GRIP, RUTHERFORD! I can feel the heat of my blush like my cheeks are on fire.He chuckles quietly, "Really, don't worry about it."I hear him stand up, and then there is some rustling. I know I should leave, but my feet won't move. I'm just rooted there, in the dark hallway listening to a naked male model get dressed behind me.After a few seconds, he says, "You can turn around. I'm safe."I take a deep breath and turn around, and my. I remember my 1st sergeant's advice, from my first combat tour, "Save yourself first, cause you can't save my ass if you are dead."I'm not sure what any of that had to do with pulling my plug. Well it wasn't as simple as pulling a plug there were a few more active measures needed than simply pulling a plug, but it was the same thing. I knew for a fact that within a mile of were I lay, there were at least a hundred men or women, who would gladly do it with a pillow, if given the chance.After a.