’ I will not pretend to be Picard.That actually reminds me of something.“One last thing, and this is important.” I wait for Wilson to meet my ga...e. “Absolutely no one, and I mean no one is to wear a red shirt after today, until the battle is over, or we’re dead. Anyone complains, and their out.”The retired Sergeant Major gives me a quizzical look, but says nothing, until he turns and bellows out the order. More than I would have suspected laugh, and nod. She went into detail of how it started at a celebration dinner, and how her panties were so wet, and dripping. How she saw the bulge developing in his slacks and brushing against it while dancing. After several more drinks, she was ready. And did. I was not a bit bothered by it. I always told her that I would never force her into the lifestyle. I would not participate if she didn't. It had to be something she was comfortable with. Which now brings me back to the current dilemma. We cant. “Stand up carefully Nikki, don’t worry I wont let you fall” I said softly and she carefully stood up putting her hands on my shoulders for support. As I put one hand on the back of her thigh and the other hand on her arse cheek for support her pubic bone pushed into my face, Nikki sighed and I felt her push forward slightly making her pubes tickle my nose.Mmm, I could smell the sweet musky aroma of her pussy as she pressed against my face and it appeared she could stand on it quite comfortably. She finished peeing and wiped her pussy before standing and pulling her thong back on. She looked at herself in the mirror and realised that she'd wandered down the hall in just the t-shirt and thong that she'd pulled on after finishing with Steve and Adriana last night. She pulled the waistband of her t-shirt tight and tied a knot in it so that it clung better to her tits and showed them off. Then she pulled on her nipples to make them stand out even further than they were already just in case.