So it was a bit of a surprise when Lana told me that the four of us were going on Friday night to a platoon party. Oh, and she and Cindy were going to...perform."No fucking way!" I shouted at Bart. "I don't want my girlfriend performing for a bunch of horny Army guys. Especially a big lesbo show-- is that what you meant about 'Don't Ask Don't Tell' not mattering? They leave you alone as long as your wife eats pussy in front of them? So what am I supposed to do during all this? How many dicks am I. Her husband would kick her out of the house and divorce her. Her family and friends would no longer talk to her. She knew she should stop, but her hips refused to obey. Giving up on stopping, she was determined to get it over with. Her hips worked faster faster, but in a much more abbreviated motion, like a jackrabbit humping."10-9-8-7-6" April counted down the remaining seconds and Denise groaned in frustration. Her legs were cramping and she threw modesty in the wind, as she humped the foot. We probably had sex for about twenty minutes and she appeared to be thoroughly satisfied. I really needed to go to the bathroom. She previously showed me the one in the garage into which I emptied my very full bladder. I hurt for two days after that and never had sex with a full bladder again. The next four days we met after school and went straight to the neighbors home and to the camp trailer. We would call it an RV today. Having sex on a real bed was absolutely wonderful. We were not. "Let's go in," I said. "I've really got to take that shower." He looked down on me in consternation. So I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the shower. Somehow I felt safer, knowing that these two adults wouldn't let Jerry get out of hand.We each turned on separate shower nozzles and showered, as the older couple chatted with us. Mr. Dohenny apologized for the closure of the other shower. He'd been wrestling with the problem all day, trying to track down an obstruction in the pipes..