Everyone yelled out the window to him as we passed.They love to tease him.I wasn’t really looking at him though.I was looking at my bright red panti...s hanging from his rear-view mirror.A memento for him, a reminder every morning and every evening when he gets into his car the stupid blonde girl that got drunk and passed out on his bed.A reminder to tell that story to any drunk buddy that would listen.Not the full story though.Not that the girl was only in eighth grade but something just as. Your turn, Peter. I repeated the ritual, this time pausing longer at Lindas clitoris. She squirmed and shuddered as I teased her. I put my wet fingers to my lips and tongue and tasted my wife. William was right. She was, as always, delicious. I believe youre getting rave reviews, Linda. I think its time you appreciate what the three of us have enjoyed. Peter, from the looks of how your fingers glistened, Im sure theres plenty left. Please assist your wife. For the third time, I probed my wifes. Gently spreading her legs I plant wet and warm kisses up the inside of each leg until I reach where they meet.The scent of her womanhood is overwhelming causing my honey to flow out of me and form a rivulet that drips on my woman. The first signs of her waking is evident as her smiling eyes half open and see the woman she loves. A smile breaks across her face as I place two thumbs on the inside of her outer lips and gently part the entrance to my love's treasure mine. Quickly, I feel the lips. ”She cocked her head a bit, studying them, then went on. “The guys ... our guys ... we know what’s going on, probably a lot more than anyone wants us to know. Especially us. They’re the best of the best, but that doesn’t mean they’re bulletproof. Sometimes there are ‘training accidents’ and they get hurt, end up in the hospital. Sometimes they don’t come home at all. It happens. We pretend we don’t know, they pretend we can’t read their medal racks and count the purple hearts.” She paused. “But.