It was complete with steel pipe frame and open wire springs. The mattress on top did look a lot thicker than anyone I ever had in a barracks situation... He even had a throw and big ass pillow that made it look like a sofa, sorta. The difference was that at the head and foot of the bed, instead of being Air Force gray, the pipes were painted gold. The throw over the mattress was a blanket looking affair with the Marine Corp symbol in the center.There was a small desk, with an equally small. . so I just, um, drove around town all night. I didn't know where to go, he didn't tell me..."Emily rolled her eyes. "Charlotte," she said, "if Jack tells you to go ... he means just go home, unless he specifically tells you otherwise. That's what you should do from now on. Understand, dummy?"Charlotte blinked several times, looking rather confused for a long, long moment before an eager – and rather pathetic – smile crossed her worried face. "Oh," Charlotte said at last, sounding incredibly. I readyly agreed as also my friend. Next day onwards he started to live with us. We used to roaming , eating all together except sleeping. Being old friends we were very close to each other, and used to drink frequently, some times my wife also joined us. We discussed freely in any topics except hard sexy topics.Slowly we started to discuss that also but in mild sense. One sunday morning I went out leaving my wife sleeping for getting bread, milk etc for breakfast.Locking the door from out side. I went back to my room and with the door partially opened, rolled her nylon stocking down my cock as I had done so many times before. Shortly after I started jerking off, she walked into my room wearing nothing but black nylon stockings, black suede 5inch spike high-heeled shoes, glossy red lipstick and nothing else. What I saw standing before me had me trembling. "Are you Momma's Boy?" she asked shyly. I nodded. "Do you know how hot you have been making me," she asked. "Are you sure you want.