I craned my neck to catch a glimpse of bare tit. She turned my head back toward the movie screen. “Eyes front, stud! Somebody needs to pay attention...to the movie. You know Dad’s gonna quiz us on it!” Reluctantly, I followed through, watching the film, while occasionally glancing down at the swell of breast in my hand. Bunching up her skirt above her knees, she took the pop-corn bucket and put it in her lap, snuggled between her thighs. “Help yourself!” she said, that wicked smile crossing her. I stood, gasping with exhaustion, as he savaged the bag, his face a mask of rage, tears streaming, until he could barely lift his arms. I tossed him a bottle of water when he was done and we relaxed, sitting against trees.“It never goes away, does it? The rage, and the pain.”I sighed. “No, it doesn’t. I fight it every day, play with my kids, love on my wife, but sometimes, sometimes it just won’t go away.”“I know. I relive what happen to me every night, over and over. Our Humvee is flipping. I still wasn't sure if she were wearing thong undies, or none at all. She undid the button on my shorts, and pulled the zipper down, releasing my stiff cock. Her soft hand moved up and down the shaft as she built my sexual energy up to a boiling point. I took the opportunity to reach out with my right hand, and began massaging the portion of her ass that I've been able to see so far. As she continued stroking, I moved her skirt up higher, revealing her entire ass sans undies. For better access. ‘I swear, Jason, if you have said anything or threatened him — he’s a good man. One negative word from you could ruin him.’ Jason caught her by the shoulders, preventing her from leaving. ‘He is leaving by his own choice.’ Sadness filled her. Even if she couldn’t be with Julian physically, having him near had been a comfort, just to be able to talk to him. She tried once again to get to the door, but he held her firmly. ‘He wouldn’t.’ ‘He leaves at dawn.’ She glared at him through her wet.