As she was joining us, Steven moved over and sat beside me in the seat and my wife sat on the other seat, one on each side of me.We talked and our leg... and hands were all gently touching each other with the movement of the water and jets, when I felt a hand rubbing my leg. I didn't say anything or think of anything until the hand kept stroking my leg and the hand was working its way up my thigh under my boxers toward my cock. Once I realized it was Steven and not my wife, I was unsure what to. “Gentleman, I would like to take a moment before we continue to introduce myself. I am Lt. James Inkom. I am a member of the Regiment and work for Colonel Anderson.”He paused for a moment to allow that information to sink in. “So, if you would please, very carefully and mindful of the feelings of allllll those guns pointed at you, carefully drop your rifles to the ground, then undo your pistol belts and drop them to the ground also.”After this was completed, “Very good gentlemen. Now, as a. You’ll watch my face and know immediately just how close I am. You’ll be so close to me when I give in, and you’ll feel me clench tightly against you as I moan and cum for the second time that night. While I’m cumming, you’ll kiss my neck and groan as you feel me begin to come down from the high you caused. You’ll give me a break by stopping all movements and kissing me passionately. When I wiggle under you, you’ll take it as a cue that it’s time to move again. You’ll slowly begin thrusting. I use this overlook to clear my head and think. What do I have to think about, you ask? That is the story I will relate to you. Hang on. I graduated from the University of Missouri-St. Louis (UMSL) with a BS in education. By the way, my name is John Columbus Riley, please don’t ask about my middle name. My dad said he would pay for my education if I maintained a 3.0 GPA until I got a degree or turned 24, whichever came first. After that, I was on my own. Dad told me, ‘I want to help give you a.