S. Air Force or the Navy. A heavy troop concentration received a few canisters of smoke as a calling card and some very slow but extremely accurate P-...1 Mustangs would lay in their devastating load.Sometimes we were just fishing. Other times we were sent to mark the exact spot. We had an extremely modern method of dropping smoke from some under wing canisters that were supposed to release when you pulled the release. They usually didn't release. The alternative always worked: Push open window,. She was wearing a sharp looking business suit with a skirt that came just below mid-thigh. Her long hair was pulled neatly back into a fashionable ponytail. She looked incredibly sexy. I felt my cock leak as my eyes devoured every detail of her. We exchanged hellos and with a deep sigh, she gave me the warmest hug. “Shall we find our room?” she asked. I took her warm hand as we headed for our room.Once inside the room, and the door closed behind us, pure raw passion took over. She threw herself. My eyes flicked to the syringe in his hand. “Is that that super smart serum?”Frank nodded.I sighed. I didn't want to be super smart. I loved being a bimbo. My thoughts were covered in a warm, marshmallowy embrace that made the world seem so wonderful and magical. I was happy all the time, and so horny. Just looking at my husband made my pussy wet. Ryan's touch did nothing for me, he wasn't really a man any longer, but Frank's mere presence did. He was my husband.And a wife should be wet for her. I don't really work out a bunch, but I like going in the sauna, or going for a run sometimes, and I prefer going late when no one's really there either. I went this time at 12am, like most other nights, and after my exams were done, I just wanted to hit the sauna for a while, hit the showers then go home. I swiped my card in, had my towel and clothes, and saw that like usual, there were barely any others there. There wasn't even a front desk person, like always.There were a couple older guys.