She cried for a long while then as I held her close. She needed this time to grieve her terrible losses, as did I. Her father, Bob Moore, had been m... best friend since boot camp years ago. We’d helped liberate Kuwait in the same unit and did one H.A.L.O. (High Altitude Low Open) night jump behind the lines on a mission into Iraq. We were closer than most brothers. After I’d been blown damned near to hell by a land mine another troop had been killed by stepping on, he had his wife visit me in. “Fifty isn’t fair, Dean! We don’t want to take...”“All right. You drive a hard bargain. Twenty-five then. And we’ll sign a one year lease, just so you can be comfortable with the deal.” Suddenly I had two hands full of crying women, and we stayed locked up for a long time, before they finally calmed down and let me go. They spent the rest of the day cleaning the apartment, borrowed my truck(and me) to move the furniture they wanted to keep. They were firmly in place before the weekend was out.. "That's right; you don't get to cum until I say." She said firmly. "I know that you have fucked me with your face. I know that you have fucked me with your dick. I know that you have let me fuck you to my heart's content." She spoke primly. Her hand had returned to my dick and was alternating between rhythmically squeezing dick and stroking its hard length. I arched up to meet her. She continued, "None the less, I expect you to man up here. You are to show me how much you want to cum but let us. ” I said it with a wry smile. “So there you have it. That was my first time.” I think Nick and Alison were shocked at the level of graphic detail I provided. It had the effect I wanted though, they were both clearly excited. I can tell when I look into someone’s eyes. Their pupils are dilated and their faces flushed. I played for Alison, “I hope you don’t think I’m a total slut. I only fuck Tommy now.” Everyone laughed. Now it was Alison’s turn. “I don’t know where to start. My first was.