You just have to give me a little warning so I can do the squeeze thing.”He finally let out a little chuckle, “If you’re going to stay like that... we won’t have to wait long.”Wanting to keep the fragile mood light, I cupped my tits and bounced them up and down, “Oh, you think seeing these babies is going to get you ready sooner?”“No doubt about it.” He said with a naughty grin.After only ten minutes or so, Josh slurred his words when telling me, “We can try again now, if you still want to.”I. Deanne heard the pain in his voice, "Oh, Mike." Hell, if she wasn't already married, she would have asked him to marry her. He was the best husband she knew. What the hell could Cyndi be thinking? Some women were never happy, the Prince Charming syndrome.As a social worker placing kids, she knew thousands of families, from the horribly dysfunctional to the supposedly normal. She was stunned by Cyndi's stupidity. But she still had a problem. "Mike, I know the protocols. Normally, I wouldn't. .., right?" He had this impish grin that was so cute and, yes, I knew exactly how it must be so I told him, sure, he was welcome to stay. It was a queen-sized bed with enough room for us both. We chatted a while and then got ready for bed. I hadn't really brought anything to wear, I usually slept in the nude, I love the feel of the sheets on my skin, so I kept on my bra and panties and he wore his boxers. I had dozed off when I felt the bed moving in a rhythmic manner and realized he was. "I think you soldier, very brave I think, like man on TV." She told me.I realised there was a tear in my eye, perhaps Private Tucker from Soldier Soldier was not the image I sought, but she sensed my affinity for those lads, skiving slackers to a man but they would willingly die to save their mates if needed and that made them the British Tommy the finest soldiers in the world.I remembered Private Doyle, a lad in my platoon, shooting a running Afgan, at about three hundred yards right between.