I settled back on my bunk and did some thinking. It’d been a year since I shipped out. Her letters had been coming all right, but a little farther a...art than they had been. Well, I’d be going back in a few more months.I’d been supposed to go back at the end of nine months. But the Colonel said he needed my invaluable assistance—his exact words. So I was doubled up. I’d been intending to reup anyway; I was promised sergeant stripes when I did. I sure did miss my woman though. I sure did.I had. Vincent grabbed my hands and moved them down his body to his dangling bollocks. The orbs there were like fat peach pits, wrinkled and warm.Then a tongue was piercing my pussy, and I groaned. Brit’s tongue dove into my folded cunt-lips, while he sometimes pulled back to give my clit a good hard suck.“Ohhhh,” I moaned, tossing my head at all the moist affection.“Don’t enjoy it too much.” Said Vincent, no longer guiding my hands as I swiftly caressed his almost hard shaft. Soft he looked like a. An instant later something warm and soft pushed into her mouth. For a moment she thought it were fingers, but when her tongue touched it, she immediately knew better. Those were toes, without doubt, and the sweet, salty taste confirmed it.She should be repelled, disgusted, and a part of her was. Still, her breath hitched and her pussy pulsed with renewed vigor.Some more clicks sounded, and then the blindfold was pulled off her head. She hesitantly opened her eyes, curious to see Lisa’s friend. Mae West and Marilyn Monroe reportedly were. Where can we go where this is the dress code?”“My surprise.”I followed her into the garage and sat in the passenger seat of her Leaf. She backed out of the garage and headed toward town. “I think I know where we’re headed,” I remarked. “The Palace.”“Right. Fifties atmosphere, surly wait staff, do-wop on the jukebox ... I was in the mood for one of their burgers and fries.”“Not exactly up to your usual healthy standards,” I said.“Maybe not, but what’s.