The fuckers were firing AKs at us from the bridges. The M249 made short work of most of them.The pilot ordered, “Make sure you check our six because...some of the sneaky motherfuckers wait until we pass and then jump up to fire.”I checked our six just in time as one of the fuckers jumped up with an RPG. I nailed him just as he fired and caused the rocket to spiral off course and slam into the bank of the river. It was a stroke of luck because it blew the fuck out of a bunch of hidden towelheads. All of a sudden I looked up and there was Chelsea, still dressed in her winter coat, standing in front of the couch staring at us! She caught me channel surfing the television remote with one hand while idly fondling her sleeping older sister's exposed breasts with the other. Gwen had not cleaned up after having sex in the kitchen an hour earlier, and streaks of my dried sperm still remained on her face or tangled in her hair. Chelsea stood there absolutely quiet. Her older sister did not stir,. Nothing good certainly. But there was this one thing that came on every Saturday night that kept drawing him in.So it was another quiet night at home on the couch with his wife. She sat to his left, curled up near the lamp reading. He glanced at her as the program began. She was in sweatpants and a T-shirt. Jared took note that she was also wearing a bra... around the house, she sometimes went without but she'd been shopping earlier in the day and had left it on.He also suspected that she. Madam had a much easier time of it, with a shower to freshen up, some light makeup and a sexy negligee being her only preparations.A little back story: this was the first time Madam had arranged for me to be there when she had a date. Usually, I would be home taking care of our household, making sure that Madam had a warm and loving home to return to after her tryst. She let me know that I would, at times, be an active participant, not just a bystander, and asked me if I was OK being used by.