"Welcome home Miss Catherine," the house computer then suddenly announced with a feminine voice."Wow what a place!" Clay declared."It's home sweet hom...," I declared dropping my Gucci handbag on the sofa for later. "Do you want something cool to drink?" I'm good," he replied and so then I added the 'Thank you' that he forgot."Sorry, I'm good, thank you," he corrected."Don't mind me then Clay, but I'm dying for a fucking drink!" I said heading to the bar where I made myself my usual vodka. Loud Howard – Colonel Howard, United States Army, Retired – had caught me before he left, whispering that she looked a little under the weather. We worried about Ex.A lot.If you’re in the Military for any length of time, you find out that obligations don’t end just because you move on. A former soldier who used to be in your squad twenty or even thirty years ago still has a place to sleep on your couch if he needs it. You’re still responsible for your people, for the things you’ve done, or in. Helen had stopped watching however as she was closing in on her second orgasm. Helen was a woman who was not only capable of multiple, rapid-fire orgasm but who relished them. Her eyes were closed and she had begun bearing down on the intruder pounding her inside passage. Jared could tell she was close and was determined to fuck her right through the orgasm and hopefully drive the swinger on to her next."God, I'm going to cum again. Oh, fuck. God, fuck me." Helen began to tremble and fought to. "Something is wrong," she said. "Is there some trick or something?"she said, sounding on the verge of tears."To what?" Getting an erection." No." Despite the Change, women had kept their lower sex drive, sogetting good erections would be challenging for them. I told her to relaxand think sexy thoughts. "Plus," I said, "handjobs suck. They didn't doit for me back in the day, anyway." What did work?" she asked."Blowjobs always did it for me," I said without thinking."Oh."I knew what I had to do..