That was the day I saw Timothy for what he truly was. A racist. Oh, he insisted that he wasn’t really a bigot, that he only joined the Aryan Brother...ood for protection, since the Black guys, Hispanic guys and Asian guys were at war with the white guys behind the prison walls. I didn’t want to hear anymore of Timothy Henderson’s lies. I took off the engagement ring he had given me not too long ago. Gosh, those were different days. It felt like a lifetime ago. I threw the ring at Timothy, my eyes. Her eyes opened wide as it thickened and lengthened and moved down into her throat. She moved her head back and forth on it savoring the feeling of fullness in her mouth and throat. It was almost like a magic trick had been performed. Something slimy and soft had gone in and now as I pulled back, my cock was as large and hard as it had been before we had started fucking."How do you want it Julie?" She said, "I want to mount you this time. On your back Peter. I want to slide down onto this. Lauren had seemed to be a very nice, very responsible and very good girl. She'd always worn clothes that weren't too tight, too revealing, or too suggestive. In her last two years of school, she'd really started to develop the curves and roundedness of a developing young woman. In her sophomore year, Lauren had began wearing a B-cup bra and by her senior year, she'd moved into the first stages of needing a C-cup to adequately hold her growing breasts. She'd dated various guys but it was known. A full ounce of sense isn't even required to know that. A tenth of an ounce would do.But that fucking military once again involved themselves in my life.I don't want to hate them. Really, I do not. But how can I respect them when every behavior they show ranges from the tactless to tonight's attempt of thievery?I managed to sit in the command chair. It took me several minutes to remember the most obscure code the ship had. A code even more obscure then the one I told the girl.Who was that.