It washot- both metaphorically and literally- passionate, steamy.Paul's yells in my ear tell me he feels the exact same way, and beforetoo long we sim...ltaneously orgasm, which for me includes the additionalfeeling of Paul's sticky semen splashing inside of me. We both gasp asthe orgasmic feeling subsides and Paul withdraws his flaccid- but stillred-hot- penis from my backside with a slimy 'pop'."Uhhhh..." Paul sighs as he lays back on my bed. "We need to do thatmore often." Damn right we do," I. " In line?", she practically spit the words out. "Are you so old fashioned that you think the man is the one in charge of everything? What makes you think you are supposed to keep Mom in line? In line with what?" Now settle down, Honey. I was just using a figure of speech." Well, figure this, Daddy!" She bit off all four words as if they tasted bad. "Nobody has to keep me 'in line'. Nobody can keep me 'in line'. From what I've seen of marriage, I'm not sure I have any interest in it. If I ever. .." this without the friendly banter, "I may just bring a guest with me."Ten minutes after evening chow had started two men cut in line. The only difference between their uniforms and our uniforms was the black anodized metal rank insignias on their collars. The serving line was situated with a large shield so the servers couldn't see who they was serving. In this way they couldn't play favorites. The two men passed down the line taking a serving at each position. They didn't even wait to be. I loved playingsport, any sport really, but tennis, soccer and golf were myfavourites. It was on the way home from the sports club that the chainof events that led to this mess began, and it was a real "slidingdoors" moment. Usually I would get picked up by my mom on the wayhome, but on this particular day she texted to say she had got held upin work, so rather than wait for her I decided to get the bus. I goton and sat at the back, as the bus was completely empty. As I sat downI noticed on the.