It was 1975 and with the Vietnam war a recent memory, war-mongering types like me were not considered part of polite society to many younger people (h... was 20, she was 19).Specifically, my military affiliation bugged Sheryl's husband. But I didn't let his negative remarks bother me. I had joined up because I believed in a free America. My Dad and his brothers had all fought in WWII. I had been raised thinking about the military as a civil duty.Sheryl later told me Tim often spent their rent or. I have caught David looking at me a few times, and it made me excited to think that I was desired by someone other than my husband Joe. David was about 6ft 300lbs blond hair and broad shoulders. Missy and I would gossip at work about our sex lives, she had once commented on how he was thicker than any of her ex-boyfriend. Not that I was unhappy with Joe, he is my height and thinner than David, I loved his cock it was long topping out at 12 inches but it was thin, he could hit and pierce my. You tell me to answer correctly if I do not want to feel more smacks. I cry out yes sir, it feels good. You say good girl, turn me around, and give me a hug. Pulling me into the front room, you lean me over the spanking horse, unchaining my hands from my neck and strapping them to the front, while hooking my legs to the other end, bent over spread eagle. I hear you rustling in the toy bag looking for a certain toy. You walk back over, and slide your hand over my red ass and say how much you. “It’s not like girls getting attention. He was just gay.”“He was also a teenager, in high school.” Janice rolled her eyes. “And you dated Owen when he was 16? That means this kid was even younger, more confused, and uncertain. Besides, I’ve licked your asshole while you were getting fingered by Jewel.”“When we do it, it’s for the guy,” Tamara countered.“I do it for the orgasms,” Janice rolled her eyes. “Leave me alone in the shower. You sluts don’t have to work and I don’t want your company..