”“I’m not sure Greenpeace will like our military testing sonar on whales.”“Then don’t. I will do the testing independent of the navy. Just...think of all the shit we take from protesters in Europe and the US about our conservation laws when theirs are far worse than ours. Being the first navy to use a whale friendly sonar could go a long way to shutting those know-nothing assholes up.”“I see your point. Let me talk to Ottawa and see if I can get them onboard.”“Let them know that I am going to. I couldn’t help it and I let out a moan. She leaned over and kissed my neck softly while continuing to stroke me. She started wiggling herself out of the cabinet, but didn’t miss a stroke. I too started wiggling myself out as well. After we were both free from the cabinet, Cherri said, “Would you mind if I sucked on it? I love sucking cock, but Bob won’t let me do that. He thinks that it’s gross. Plus, his cock is pretty tiny. Not like yours. His idea of sex is that he sticks his little dick. I redoubled my efforts; he kicked his up a notch, and he won the curling-toes battle, hands down (roaming over my buns, just where I wanted them)."Aren't you a bit overdressed?" I said as I unbuttoned his shirt. I ran my hands across his strong bare chest, and the feel of a powerful, masculine torso under my hands really revved up my engine. My college boy's hands roamed my body and smoothly shifted my libido into third gear without an audible grind, and we were off to the races.While I fumbled. After watching a couple movies late into the night she said she was going up to get ready for bed and to check on her son. Asked if I minded if she came back down in a bit. Of course I obliged. I had seen her in her casual outfits and her pajamas. Nothing new and wasn’t overly excited. But what did excite me was the rendezvous I was going to get latter. She got up off the couch and turned to me, “Maybe we can watch another movie?” Out of the corner of my eye I could see that the button on her.