"That's yours." She turned and flouncedoff in disgust, leaving me alone in the bathroom. I felt like such a biggirl when I turned on the taps all by m...self.Even though it should have felt wonderful to enjoy the luxury of a grown-up shower for the first time in days, it was horrible having to scrapeoff all the sticky poo-poo stuck to my skin. I scoured between my cheekswith the bar of soap again and again until the water ran clean, thenscrubbed my buttocks hard. I started peeing while I was. Hooper now. Your Sponsor Willed them to him.”“Say WHAT?” I said, eloquently. Three more? And uhm, five more kids? Since that voice came from the Marine’s collar, I figured it for the AI.There happened to be several Marines in here with minor wounds. They were waiting for medical pods to open up. There was a low growling sound from several of them. I looked, but it seemed to be addressed to someone other than me. Some of them were looking up at the ceiling.“Ok, wait. Explain this to me. How did. She sported a short hairdo, feathered from the top of her head, just to her collar. Her hair was dirty blonde, and her d****s matched the carpet, if you catch my drift.One night, after weekly training, Mike, Terri and a few of us ended up at the bar. Mike and I were 21, obviously, Terri was 18 but tagged along anyway. It was a summer Friday evening and the bar was hopping and nobody carded Terri, which was good. We ordered a pitcher and she had beer from our pitcher. It got late, somewhere. I stepped out of my panties too, and laid on his couch. I opened my legs, exposing my wet pink pussy to Mr. Connor. I began touching myself. This is what I do when I go home Mr. C. You see what you do to me? I moaned. Mr. Connor was across the room in complete awe. He was staring at his favorite student masturbating to him! His face was getting so red. Mr. Connor was definitely getting turned on because I started to see a bulge through his sweat pants. Mr. Connor please. I need to feel you.