I was two years ahead of Marsha and I was on an ROTC scholarship and that meant that when I graduated I owed Uncle Sam six years of my life; three yea...s on active duty and another three years in the reserve. I would be going off and leaving Marsha behind and based on what Gail had told me there was no way that Marsha was going to wait for me to return. She might wait, but the odds were she wouldn't wait alone.What was it Gail had said that Marsha told her? She loved cock and could never get. I don't think they care if we fight the Sa'arm so long as we remain dependent on them to get us to and from the fight. I expect that as long as they don't have to actually think about pulling the trigger so that they cause death of a possibly sentient (though from your description I'm not sure how they classify the Sa'arm as sentient) being. That they would prefer us not to know how to get around the galaxy is undoubtedly true. The thing is I can't blame them for their paranoia. We are at least. Jean started to play again, this time with a banana shaped vibe, Steve was busy with his camera and Jean was lost somewhere in her dreams, she started to cum a couple of times then stopped and spread her pussy for us to see, she was soaking wet, I couldn’t help but dip a couple of fingers in there and have a play, Jean concentrated the vibe on her clit, then I had one finger in her pussy and the other up her arse, I thought I had spoilt the moment when she pulled my fingers out and told Steve. Mom silently stepped into the tent not paying any attention to us. For some strange reason and for a split second I got a vision of my newly clean mom stepping out of her towel naked to get changed in the tent. It was only for a split second.“Errr guys, we have a problem” proclaimed dad. “I think… well I know …that we’ve left one of the sleeping bags behind”“What?” said mom peeking her head out of the tent, still in some state of undress as she tried to keep the zipper to the tent closed around.