I wondered if we were slacking by not putting the flag up and taking it down daily.I locked the office and went to be first in line for breakfast. The...old Sarge said, "You're a good troop to be up and about so early. What's your place here?"It took a bit to explain that I was brought on to manage the motor pool. I told him that we handled the heavy maintenance for this part of the state and needed more people. I advised him that I was looking for guys who wanted the security of the Guard but. He sat on the floor in front of me and I was sitting on the chair.I started massaging his hair with oil and suddenly, he removed his shirt saying, “Bhabhi, kahin gandi na ho jaye utaar deta hu.” I could see his manly chest and I was feeling tempted as I had not got physical for so long.He asked me if I could put some oil on his chest. I slowly started oiling his chest. Oh gosh, it was making me wet down and he was enjoying my massage. While I would bend to massage his chest, he would look in. " Oh Mark, do you really mean it?"He didn't answer, but drew Corey tightly against him, kissing hervoraciously and passionately. Corey just melted into his protective,strong arms.Their lovemaking was very passionate, but limited to kissing, huggingand cuddling. They had both pointedly refrained from touching eachother's sexual organs, or even talking about Corey's remaining maleness.They both realized that Corey still had her penis and they both felt toacknowledge that would spoil everything.. " Do you now, girl?" She gestured around the place. "Plenty o' drunk women here who would love to fuck ya brains out."Myva frowned and then grinned. She pushed herself unsteadily off the bar and opened her arms. "You're right, Bemma!" Giggling, she wandered off to the nearest table, catching it before her drunken imbalance sent her to the floor. Trying to focus her eyesight on the table lying inches from her nose, Myva raised her hand to the occupants of the table."'Scuse me you fucking.