As I tried to crawl to my clothes, Bruce stepped between me and them. I looked up at a naked Bruce stroking his rigid penis, I tried to speak but only...a squawking sound left my throat. Bruce laughed and said to Charlie '...you fuck the bitches throat so hard he can't talk...' Charlie sitting on the bench mumbled '...the bitch ain't supposed to talk, just take dick...' Bruce looked down at me and grabbed my left ear pulling me up saying '...you heard the man turn your sorry ass around...' Bruce. After a quick, whispered consultation with my mother, she decided that it had to be the panties."Trouble is though Tommy," she posed with a finger between her lips."I just can't be bothered to do it myself, I'm far too drunk!" Or stoned." added mum."Or horny." Jill giggled."Or both." I laughed as I dropped to my knees in front of her.I flicked my tongue out first and tasted the slight dampness where her juices had soaked into the flimsy material."Tommy," she said softly and rotated her hips. .. if we did that then...”“Why did you feel bad?” I asked.“Hellooo, you’re my younger brother. If anyone found out... anyway, we shouldn’t talk about this.. on the phone.”I decided to listen to her this time and drop it, for now. But I was well aware of the opening she left me.“We should get together and smoke a joint again... for old times sake, haha.”“Haha.”“Seriously.”“Well, I don’t smoke anymore either but... yeah. Let me know.”Beautiful. “Alright, I’ll let you know.”We had some more talk. We're sorry to have bothered you. We'll be on our way now."The two Marines left, the silent one carrying the transporter.As he lay beside his new female concubine, Conrad could hear her sniffling. "What's the problem, Denise?" he asked. He was worried that he'd done something wrong. He was not completely inexperienced with women, but he'd only actually done it twice before being extracted. Both times were while he was still at university and trying to work out exactly where his sexuality sat on.