Goodwin took some tea, then a slice of the hot bread. ‘This is wonderful,’ he said before he could finish chewing. ‘Really, really good!’ ‘T...e Admiral’s as fine a cook as there ever was, that’s certain,’ the old man said with a sidelong glance. ‘So, Mary Ann, Tom left the States in May, came by way of Gibraltar…’ ‘Do you have a Springer Spaniel, Mr Goodwin?’ interrupted the Admiral. ‘I did. She passed about a year ago.’ ‘Oh, I’m so sorry. It’s very difficult, I know.’ ‘Yes.’ Goodwin looked. I made it look like my cock had slipped out of Marsha’s cunt and I manipulated my cock with my hand until the head of my cock was pressing against her anal orifice. Then Marsha said, “Don, I have been getting ass-fucked by my late husband since I was sixteen. I absolutely love the feeling of a man’s cock deep inside my ass. I remember when I was young I got ass fucked by my husband three or four times a week. After he got old and could not get it up anymore a string of younger lovers from work. “That was a long time ago, gentlemen. I’ve been out of the Army almost three years now. How can I help you?” I was beginning to get a very bad feeling.“So, you are Sergeant Reaper?” said the shorter of the two colonels. “You were in command of Outpost Whiskey, Anbar Province, on the night of June 6th through June 7th, 2007? Is that correct?”Suddenly I felt light-headed. Memories of that awful night began flooding back. I thought back to how I had killed my men that night. Could the Army finally. She took off her large straw hat and started unbuttoning her dress. Her breasts were beautiful and her cunt covered in the same blonde hair that was on her head. She lay her clothes on the bales of hay near the door.She walked slowly to me through the narrow passageway between the bales of hay."You know Peter, all the flirting we have done through the years...I was never joking." I told her I was never joking either.My wife was in our house and her husband was in his house. We were naked in.