I rub myself and push my fingers inside, as far as I can manage, and it feels good but I want more, jesus, more. My own scent is wafting up to me and ...y own breathing is taking me over and my own wet sounds are pleasing me. But I’m not there, and I stop and slowly open my eyes, just unfocused on the middle distance somewhere, thinking, wondering will I always have this yearning. And then I see your eyes, looking back at me, from the top of a row of books about five feet away. We are both. My aide, Georgia Dickson, was a southern belle, more accustomed to mint juleps than diesel oil, but she was effective and organized. “General Rasmussen, I have the orders you dictated for the changes in the delivery of aircraft fuel to the planes. If you would just sign them, I can have the duty officer deliver them back to the C.Q. Sir.” She was about twenty-five, a bit on the stout side, and the owner of a fine set of breasts that threatened to topple her over each time she leaned down to. That’s just one of my favorite jack-off fantasies... I have a few others too - I hope you’re not pissed,” Gene said. “Holy fuck Gene, you had me going there for a minute… And no, I’m not pissed,” I said. I’ll admit that I was relieved to hear that Gene’s hot story was only a fantasy, because that conversation with my wife would have got real ugly, and fast. * After Gene finished sharing his fantasy, I continued to slowly pump my cock as I sat on the rider, and then I said, “Gene, let me get. " After making us a cup of tea, I sat close to her still trying to put allmy words and thoughts together in my head while sipping my tea. Mummysat in silence properly wondering what I'm about to come out with.Putting my empty cup down followed by taking a deep breath I said,"You know how we've talked about me going on hormone tables and takingthose pills to have a menstrual cycle? Well I've been thinkingconstantly about it since and having the "Know your body" lecture atschool. Umm.....