She seemed happy for me to suggest the next steps. She expertly undid the clip and then the button on Neil’s dinner suit trousers before pulling dow... his zip and biting her lip. Neil stood up and Annabelle pushed the trousers down and over Neil’s buttocks with the trousers falling to the floor. It was during this moment that I removed my own shirt, trousers and socks. I wanted to be ready.They were about to engage in another embrace to kiss before I said “wait, we can’t have Annabelle’s. Coming Home The day I flew home from Andrews AFB to come home my Dad had come to pick me up. I was still in my khakis, my Corcoran jump boots gleamed in the Texas sun. I adjusted my beret and walked through the Space A terminal. My dad shook my hand and then gave me a perfectly masculine half hug. I chucked the duffel bag into his trunk and we were off. We went back to his office where he had coordinated with a friend to have my Vega waiting. He said wed throw some steaks on the grill that. I take a bottle of wine and open it, pouring more than a glassful and gulping it down. Not that I need Dutch courage to do this, I don’t, I just like wine so much. A pint of water is placed on the counter and I dip into it every now and then. Everything in moderation my mother used to say. God, if my mother knew of what I was about to do she would turn in her grave. I hope she can’t see.The microwave pings and I throw the food down my throat. It’s impossible to take my time. I need to get the. "Fluff me?" I asked."What's that?" She asked."Get me hard, I lost a bit when I went to the john. Let me fuck your mouth a little." I asked again."Fuck my mouth? No!" was her answer."Chelly! What do you think you do every time you put this in your mouth? Except here, I'll do the fucking, you just have to sit there and enjoy it." I rationalized as she fell to the bed and began to pout.I lay down beside her to reason with her and as soon as I did, she reached for my junk to try and get me up.