Her letters had been coming all right, but a little farther apart than they had been. Well, I’d be going back in a few more months.I’d been suppos...d 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 liked the Army after all. I had my wife to thank for that. I never would have signed up. Paul always came to our rescue, taking each of us by the hand, then walk away, leaving the idiots to wonder if we were both his.We were still in happy mode on the drive home, and I for one didn't want the night to end. "Can we call into a pub and get a couple of cans?" I don't see why not," Paul said as he caught Sue's eye.Oh dear, now I'd started something. A couple of cans each, and those two would be at each other for most of the night, and probably not bother to be too quiet about it. To. In a small, weak voice..."fuck me, please". "I told you I'd have you begging" he said, as he mounted me. As Ben pushed his massive cock into me, without the electric pleasure of the wand, the pain was unreal. Had I really asked for this? Instinctively, I tried to pull away (as best as I could while handcuffed), but he now had one hairy Popeye-like arm around my midsection, and one around my neck. He rode me hard, grunting and breathing hard in my ear. Deep inside me, his cock found my. She said embarrassed. “Don’t be” I said. I kissed her mouth again. She responded. “What are the tattoos for” She asked, intrigued.“They mean I only fuck black men and I am black owned.”“Oh!” She replied. “We must do this again, I will call you” I said. “Soon.”I had invited the Wright tweens for the party. They were two sexy bimbo type girls in her early twenties and they had told me they both would love to be fucked by black dicks; huge black dicks… They also said they had still their asshole.