What ever that meant. My mother, whom I am still very close to had always drilled into my mind just what a good girl would or wouldn't do in all matte...s.Our first mother daughter talk had been her pretty much telling me that I would wait for marriage to have sex of any kind. That there were forms of sex that were good between a husband and wife and other types and ways that would surely lead to the demise of the marriage.Good girls and wives didn't enjoy sex too much. If you did your husband. Suddenly he grabbed her hair and pulled her head down to his crotch. I saw my wife’s hand on his shoulder making feeble motions of protests. But that was it. Through my night vision goggles I saw my wife’s head bobbing up and down over his crotch. Definitely she was sucking his cock. All the view I was getting was of Vimal’s face contorted, twisted in tremendous pleasure. He was gasping and moaning something. He was in immense pleasure enjoying my wife’s hot mouth slobbering over his cock. It. But I have to admit that it is fascinating to watch Jack Muscone eating a double cheeseburger. I truly believe that it is the nearest thing for him to Heaven on earth. As we finished our lunch, I got a text message on my personal cellphone. ‘Guys, I’ll have to drop you off at Headquarters. I need to go meet someone on Campus… and not my wife.’ After dropping off the Chief and Jack at Headquarters, where their cars were parked, I headed to the University Campus. My destination was the Army ROTC. After the research was finished it was time for dinner. Rather than go out I microwaved a frozen dish of mac & cheese. That and a bunch of reheated frozen hush puppies comprised my dinner. I did go out long enough to purchase a chocolate milk shake. I could get addicted to them easily enough.I found myself at home drinking the milkshake and roaming around a chat room again. It was strange because I had always refused to chat with people claiming to be teenagers. Some said they were eighteen or.