“I understand what you’re saying,” she began.You could have knocked me down with a breath, let alone a feather.“You understand?”“Yes, I un...erstand. Do you promise to give me the same calm, silent attention I’ve just given you?” she asked, again in her ‘lawyer’ voice. “No interruptions?”“Of course,” I insisted, my puzzlement growing.“You promise to let me finish before passing judgement – like I did for you?”“Yes, of course.”And she began. With a new frankness and openness, my astonishing wife. The gunfire from the sub ceased immediately,and as he zoomed past he could see what was left of the bridge crew attempting to get below. There were also people in the water, the killers from the plane trying to get aboard their transportation home. For the next ten minutes Chuck made repeated passes over the enemy vessel. His cannon shells foamed the water, ripping through the plane, the swimmers, and the sub until he was out of ammunition. Finally a crewman scrambled out of the bridge hatch. "I love you," Mary groaned as we fucked our hips in a slow rhythm, slowly building our pleasures."I love you, too, Mare!" I whispered and started kissing her neck and ear. I started fucking her harder, more urgent. Her hand grasped mine and slid it up to her breast and squeezed her firm flesh and hard nipple. We were moving in unison, working together to make the other cum. Her ass was tight and silky and hot with her desire. I felt the tightening in my loins, I was about to cum. I held off,. Both times, I was 18 years old and serving in the Marine Corps, stationed in Southern California. Both times, it had been Mexican girls from Tijuana who had given me their "virginity."Both times, I'd gotten my ashes hauled well enough, and, having the good sense to wear protection, I hadn't carried home any diseases. The girls, on each occasion, were young, reasonably attractive, and inexpensive.Still, the transaction had not been pretty. I was inexperienced at the time (these two Mexican.