I told her I had a one bedroom flat off post and that I was an officer.“Oh no,” she replied, “I have never known an officer.”“Do you want to...see my apartment?” I asked.“Sure,” Tran replied.I drove to the Appletree Apartments where I lived in a one bedroom flat by the pool. Spotting the pool, Tran said she wished she knew I had a pool.“I could bring my swimming stuff,” Tran remarked.“You can still swim,” I told her. “I can loan you a t-shirt.”Tran smiled, and replied, “OK”.I was. In his tight bellhop pants and shirt, I could see his pecs flexing was he lifted the suitcases and placed them on the racks. Each time he bent over, his tight ass was clearly outlined by the tight pants.As he worked, I got on the bed, let my crossed legs both rest on the bed, and leaned toward him while supporting my weight with my extended arms. Needless to say, I wasn't the least bit careful about keeping my dress pulled down.When the guy had finished putting my suitcases on the racks, he. Would you at least talk to me? Please?”Dredging up all those old memories was not something I really wanted to do. I had pretty much dealt with everything and moved on.“I’m pretty much at peace with the past at this point. I just don’t see the point of rehashing it.”“You had lots of people to talk to. I didn’t. I’ve never really been able to talk to anyone,” Becky said, her voice full of sadness.Given this was Becky, my first thought was that it was just another game she was playing, just. She began moaning my name once more, and I quickly lifted my head to watch her fingers around her clit, pushing her to her final moments.“Are you coming?” I breathed heavily, once again focusing my rough palm over the hot, soft skin of my tip slowly, covering it in my own natural lubrication.I don’t know why I asked. I knew she was. I knew from the way her fingertips were digging into my thigh, and the way she was moaning my name over and over again as she began to spasm around her own fingers..