"Anyway, don't think for one second that all my life I wanted to be a teacher. When I was growing up, I dreamt about being an astronaut." Bit ambitiou...." Especially as I'm scared of heights... Not too keen on the dark either."Laughing, Jessie covered her mouth. "Seriously, you're scared of the dark?" I was eleven before I could sleep without a nightlight. Luckily I've grown out of my fear of heights, too. I can lift one foot off the ground now." Funny, I was around that age before I slept. I said you can not fuck her, just jerk and rub her. Phil agreed and with his cock out shoved it straight up her dress. He grabbed her hips and started to rub his cock on her nylon ass. I could see the shape of his cock through her dress going back and forth. I sat back and started jerking off watching my drunk passed out slut of a wife being humped up her dress through her pantyhose. My turn I said. Phil backs away. I grab my cock and start at her nylon calves and work my way up leg fucking her. A few back story facts about this… This happened a few years back and I can’t recall where I meet this girl at but I’m guessing some site like collarspace or something like that when I was perving around on the Internet. Anyways one of the reason I wanted to share this with you was I thinking when we talked about how some of the men you been with just don’t treat you like a slut you crave to be. And this reminded me of this girl… I used her more then any girl I have ever been with and as much. He had done one of those mail-order minister licenses, so he could perform the ceremony.Then the thought had occurred to me, “Why not get married?” After all, Renee had a different last name than mine and we could use his Uncle to marry us. It could be a marriage for show only. That way Renee could travel with me if I got stationed someplace else. I would also get extra money for rent from the Army as well. OK, so we would be in big trouble if the Army found out, but I was willing to risk it.I.