“Okay, let’s go. Where do you want to go?” he said, leading her to the door.“I don’t care. Can we go to one of those clubs?”“Later tonig...t, when they’re open, yes. Let’s go to Hell-Mart now, and buy some groceries and shit.”“Okay.”Hell-Mart was an ordeal for her, she kept picking up things and griping about the expiration dates, or the prices, or any number of other things. Everything seemed to be fucked up for her. He reminded her several times they were in Hell, and then gave up. They tried. "Oh yeah, it was Wilds," said Finn. "Major Wilds. Maybe I'll mention to her how much you're looking forward to a re-match." Hey thanks man, but I don't wanna horn in on your action."Finn grunted and left the room.Most of the service men and women sparred to keep in practice, and Wilds was known to be always up for a match. Knowing your hand-to-hand could mean the difference between life and a very messy death when you were on a mission. He wished that the SG-6/SG-9 bad luck thing hadn't come up. I thought about how he was right in what I had been doing was much like the swinging lifestyle at least I thought it was. John went on with his story as I listened.I was alone in the motor home one summer when I was fifteen. I was back in the bedroom looking at some of my dad’s dirty magazines. I did not hear your aunt come into the motor home. I was to busy making my cock hard. It was just starting to get hard when I heard.“JOHN, you’re going to go blind,” Lisa said with a little laugh.I was. Then I raised my hands to feel her tits. As soon as my fingers, wet with her juices, touched her hard, proud nipples, she let out a gasp. I squeezed hard while I continued sucking on her clit.“Oh God! Yes! God! Yes! Make me cum, make me cum!”I didn’t need a second invitation.I squeezed her nipples harder, and sucked with all my strength. And I flicked my tongue over her clit faster and faster until I could sense she was just on the edge.And then I stopped.“Oh God no! Please! Fuck it! FUCK IT!.