"You always know how to make me feel better."Her expression transitioned back over to serious."Promise me one thing," she went on, an imploring tone i... her voice. "Please continue to talk to me the way you always have. It means so much to me. I want to hear everything that's going on in your life. Your troubles, your dreams, everything. Just promise me that." You got it, hon. Count on it. And I need you to do the same for me. Okay?" You bet." So, what do we do now, since we've officially broken. Glancing into the bushes at the side of the line we could see lots of pages of a magazine or more. "I hope it's porn" exclaimed John, taking me a little by surprise. Bear in mind this was very much in pre-internet days, when you had to find your wanking material when and where you could! You had to be imaginative at times.Reaching under a bush I grabbed a double page- it was porn! An old girly mag of the time- a Mayfair if I remember rightly. We quickly gathered up all the pages we could find,. It wasn't long before one of the braver men realized this. He got up from where he was sitting, shuffled down our aisle, and sat next to me. He wasted no time unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. I grabbed a quick look, leaned over, and whispered to my husband."The guy next to me has his cock out and is jerking off."My husband glanced over and whispered back, "Why don't you help him?"I'm no prude. I've jerked off and fucked more men than most women, but I've never given a hand job to a. It was just hard enough to be irritating, but not hard enough to break his nose. At least they had been considerate enough to let him dress.He had been led into a room where four of the Colonels under his command were seated on metal folding chairs staring at the floor. There were a dozen majors and captains sitting the floor. Everyone looked about as happy to be there as he felt; which is to say, not very happy at all.“What do you want?” General Duparde asked tiredly.“We want you to.