Here is my story.Chapter 1: I lose my husband & fall into the bottle: Even before Bob was killed, it was pretty much just my daughter Elizabeth and my...stepson, Eric with me at home most of the time. Bob was a career military officer who spent extended periods of time deployed overseas. Since many of his deployments were to war zone areas, Elizabeth, Eric and I often remained back in the states. We often lived in military housing, either on the base or immediately off the baseBob was a good man,. Even so she did as he had ordered, she knew she should have bolted for her room, but something held in the chair and moved her hands to his whim, something called 'fear' that was growing in her, the same fear that held a rabbit motionless as the snake approached. The three of them looked, leered, and cheered as she drew the dress up to her waist, their eyes burning hotly on her legs and pussy making her shame grow even more."Shit, just take the damned thing off mum!" Mark said sharply "May as. They moved into a 69 on the lounger next to Mike and Sharon. Who didn't take long to do the same. I was amazed at how much of Mike's big cock, Sharon was taking into her mouth. She sucked him like she needed his cum. After a bit, I stopped watching Brad and Carol and was paying most of my attention to Mike and Sharon. He began to thrust her mouth and Sharon was grinding and thrusting her pussy to Mike's tongue. I was glad we had a lot of trees, a tall fence and no neighbors nearby. It was. Looking up, I saw my husband standing there, he looked sad, a sadness that gave him a forlorn, lost expression. Next to him stood a Marine in his navy-blue uniform. A striking, man with dark skin, the brownest eyes, and a muscled frame that his dress blues strained to contain. I figured he might be in his early thirties.“This is Captain Andrews,” my husband said. Looking down at the floor he moved his toe in a strange circular motion on the tile. “I brought him here to meet you.”The Captain.