A wet dream, just like a kid. It was getting worse. But Christ, it was worth it. The vivid dreams of fucking this goddess were well worth some sticky ...horts. He willed himself to fall back to sleep so he could enjoy her more, but he couldn’t. So he counted the hours till Saturday night and got ready for work. Saturday night was as easy and enjoyable as the coffee shop had been. She was dressed beautifully in a green dress that showcased all she had to offer and some naughty-looking strappy. Tarah reached back and stroked my balls then circled her hips as she thrust downwards on my cock."Wow!"The next thing I knew, my cock was all the way up the finest ass I'd ever seen."Time to fuck me, Charley!"I thrust my hips forward and began to pick up speed. Tarah's fingers alternated between my balls and her own pussy as she played with herself."Jesus!" Just a little faster Charley."I felt my own breath change as I began to push harder. Tarah's hands had moved from her pussy to the pillow. I knocked on the door to the office and the General called me in immediately. Obviously he'd been notified that I'd reported. I marched into the office and came to attention and saluted him. "Lance Corporal Wells reporting for duty sir!" The General told me to stand easy then he told me to sit down. I took the chair in front of his desk and sat there nervously, waiting to hear what he had to say. "I am going to tell you now what your duty is. If you don't understand anything at _any_ time you. Now walking in 5′ heels after a good few vodka’s is not easy, I lit my roll up and headed toward the shop, I managed to finish my ciggie well before I reached the shop, soon after I arrived, tried to compose myself, felt light headed and unsteady. No one was in the shop as I reached the door, the guy working there must have seen me approach as he had came from behind the counter and was walking toward me, he went straight past, locked the door and pulled down the blind. I heard him walk up.