He leans against the door and then slowly lifts his head up. “How did you...” my voice trails off.“I told the hotel receptionist I was your husb...nd and I’d lost the key.” He shrugs and smiles. The word 'husband' catches me off guard and my heart hammers against my ribcage as I imagine being Tom’s wife, waking up next to him every morning, fucking him in the shower before work, pausing a movie to spread my legs and ask him if he’d mind eating my pussy before dinner. Why is it that we so often. Mommy opened upher nightgown and drew my head to her breast. The nipple was so invitingand I closed my lips around it and squeezed it with my lips. I felt themilk trickle into my mouth. Miss Candy was at my back and patting me onmy bottom. The thump-thump on my bottom was so relaxing. Mommy wassaying they would help me to get breasts and still treat me like a babyas I desired breasts. I was glad of that.Mommy said further all of the maids and Mother were going on tomedication which would. She was about the same age as Dawn, right around twenty-five and single. She was slightly taller than Dawn, topping her own five foot, four inch frame by a couple of inches. She was a bit more slender than Dawn. with smaller breasts and narrower hips. Dawn found it surprising that she was comparing Mandy's body with hers."The whole place must be affecting me," the reporter thought. She almost giggled to herself. Well, perhaps it was. But it just seemed right to be checking out the other women. We landed at Fallon Navel Air Station outside Fallon, Nevada.Mat was there waiting for us. He had us park our planes near an old hanger. We would start with a two-hour ground school, then fly. Lunch, more ground school then fly again, dinner, then one hour of Kung Fu. All meals were surplus MRE's. This simplified prep and clean up.Mat met us and had us strip. He said every ground school session would start with a half hour of Tai Chi. He had a friend of his there to teach and lead us.I was glad.