I remember to this day what Mr. Gladfelter said to Leticia. So baby, did you enjoy yourself? Leticia kissed me on the cheek, told me thanks for everyt...ing, and then jumped on her daddys lap, hugging him, telling him it was wonderful. With I am sure a stupid look on my face, I walked out of that house with Mr. & Mrs. Gladfelter smiling at me, thanking me for coming over while Leticia hugged her daddy. When Ann came back that Sunday, I was beside myself with regret. Regret that I cheated on Ann. Opening the door almost in slow motion, Jack was still trying to figure out what to say. As he looked to Jacie’s bed through the half-open door, all the blood rushed from his head, his cock hardening almost in an instant. The two near naked beauties entwined on the bed had him dumb-struck, frozen in the doorway. Neither saw him, Jack saw them. Jacie in her lacy stockings and bra from the other day, this time wearing little white cotton knickers, they looked wet at the bottom, had her back to. For Diety's sake, we are at war with them and for months they have done nothing and we are not in a position to do other than sit on the defensive awaiting events; events that aren't happening." Aggy, it might just be the combination of the destruction of their home fleet and the coup d'etat by now President Brooken has paralysed government. There has been no reports, mentions or anything about either a new Secretary for their navy or CNO's appointment. What mention is that their Octagon is not. His hair was damp and a little wild, as if he'd dried it with a towel. His beard still dripped droplets of water onto his bare chest and they down his stomach. He wore low slung jeans that teased her eyes, making her want to see more. Feeling a little awkward, thinking she was staring too hard, she raised a shaky hand toward him and introduced herself. "Hi," she started off, "I'm Shelly." He took her hand, and raised it higher to his lips and kissed her knuckles. "It's nice to finally meet you..