“I’m off at seven,” I said. “I’d like to be off shortly after seven then,” he teased. I took him up to his floor and opened the door. “J...st let yourself in, and wear the slip again, okay? I like how it feels on you.” I nodded. As he stepped out into the hall he turned and we kissed again. The rest of the night seemed to creep by. I thought about the amazing orgasm I had. I remembered the feel of his kisses, the gentle caress of his hands across the cool nylon of my slip. Seven o’clock couldn’t. I went to the door to see what the problem was. A red eyed man was standing at the door shouting.“You come home, or I’ll beat you to death,” he yelled again.I had had enough of this.“What are you doing? This is my house and how dare you talk like that here?” I yelled at him. He stared at me. I felt very conscious that something might happen.“And what gives you the right to beat up your wife like this? You animal, I ought to report you to the police.” I continued.“Madam, you stay out of this, it. I hauled out our footlockers, then I went up front to check on the Captain and the Corporal. Unfortunately, the Corporal caught a piece of shrapnel in the head and he was dead. As I moved to the Captain, he woke up and complained, "Sgt. Reynolds, I can't feel my legs."I replied, "Well Sir, we need to get you the fuck out of this Humvee because I'm not sure how long Banzai can keep the towelheads away from us."The Captain needlessly cautioned me, "Sgt. Reynolds be careful when moving me because. He felt his strong fingers dig into her hips as he bounced violently on the chair. The model of Rudolph stood beside him, with his flashing red nose, threatening to fall over with the vibrating echoes of their actions.“Ohhhh....fuck...” grunted Santa.“Ohh... fuck yessss...” moaned Mary.As her breathing returned to normal Mary simply lifted herself off Billy’s softening cock, she slipped a finger along her quivering slit and scooped a finger of their combined juices quickly into her mouth..