All I could think about was his big hose cumming into my mouth. There was no way I could keep myself off my knees.As I knelt before him, he began to s...ap my face with his long, thick hose. "You want it very much?" he asked. "Tell me that you want it very much." He kept smacking it wetly against my cheeks and mouth, strands of pre-spooge dripping down my face. "How do you want it?" he asked repeatedly. He reached forward, grabbing my shoulder and pulling my shirt up. I could hear my own hoarse. “Stand at attention!”A shocked Private Swift snapped to attention. His hands were not quite at his sides, but his feet were together and his back was stiff and straight. Sergeant Bruce pushed his son towards me and marched forward to walk around and inspect the Private.“Are you a real soldier?” Sergeant Bruce barked.“Sir, I...” Private Swift started to say“Sir!” Sergeant Bruce shouted. He moved to stand directly in front of Private Swift. “Do I look like an officer to you?”“Sir, no, I mean,”. Especially now."And the tears came again. Did I hate her? I didn't know. Did I still care about her? I certainly did. I didn't know if I could handle all this right now. But I did know that right now I had to support her. I cupped her face with my hands and kissed her several times, first the tears and then her nose and mouth. My active actions also rewoke someone who made a new contact with her butt. Traitor."My dear Marie, there are lots of issues, and we cannot and don't need to solve them. Until now they were passive but they were allowed to come alive and I gently pinched the apex between my thumb and forefinger until I felt the clit swell out from underneath it's little hood. Angela's eyes rolled back in her head and then she kissed my neck, my cheek, and then finally my mouth, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. There were still lingering masculine aspects of her personality which seemed to need to be the dominate figure. I had no ego about sex. Our objective was of similar.