"Sarah, I hope I didn't—" He was interrupted by the sounds of lips smacking. Ben wasn't sure what was going on. He had thought she was alone, but he... husband was obviously there. Ben immediately felt a little guilty being so bold with the sex talk over the phone while she was at home with her husband. Sometimes his libido overshadowed his boundaries. His first impulse was to hang up, but he listened a while longer. They were kissing. He could hear the lip smacking and both of them breathing. He stroked her hair. "When I was in the Navy I volunteered to be part of an experimental weapons program," he continued as she rested her chin on his chest, watching him. "It involved a direct connection to the weapon through an implanted interface. Something went wrong. They were not sure why or how but my mind rejected it. They could not remove it. I was severely compromised with constant headaches. I lost my confidence, my ability to function properly. They pensioned me off."She nodded. "Go. With her shoes off, she stepped out of her jeans and turned toward me, clad only in a pair of bikini panties.Sitting on the floor like I was, Lennie's panty-covered pussy was right in front of my face. She hadn't exaggerated before--the whole crotch of her satin panties were wet, with a splotch of dampness radiating out from her sexual core. I was so close I could smell the aroma of her arousal, a slightly musky odor that wasn't in any way a turn-off. It had just the opposite effect, in fact.. She was and hopped on me in my stock trailer, proudly telling me I was the third one already today. They surely hadn’t done that pussy any damage. My nuts appreciated the relief. When I asked if she’d be around later, she grinned and said she wasn’t taking reservations. It was “first find, first fuck”. Maybe I’d see what I could pick up at the local bar. There were always a few horny ones hanging around there at auction time.It was two in the morning when my phone buzzed. My honey told me she’d.