James Something-or-other. She was freaking married to an officer no less. I was so fucked!I got back to the barracks, really a dormitory, and saw lots...of people there. The wing had returned from its deployment early that morning. Just about everyone I saw looked totally worn out. My roommate was one of them. We hadn’t even met yet, so after a perfunctory ‘Hi, how-do-you-do” he crashed.I spent the rest of the weekend feeling like I was hit by a sexy truck and not sure what to do. Sunday evening. An arrow of peachy-orange hair pointed to a pair of lips, glossy with need, ready and willing. I lowered my face, planting a chaste kiss on her lust swollen pussy lips. My tongue extended and I tasted her for the first time. Her thighs clamped around my head as I heard her coo quietly, “No man has ever touched me there Professor.” My tongue traced her lips from top to bottom and back up again, gathering her warm wetness on the tip. With my nose pressed into the tangle of hairs, I rasped her. "I'll be fine Miranda," she answered, "just as soon asI get this taste out of my mouth." She flushed the toilet and reachedfor some mouthwash before gargling a full minute. Even then she was sureshe could feel the lingering sour taste. But now she was really hungryso that didn't matter right now.Tess got up a little while after she had finished first breakfast andwas starting to cook second. She walked into the kitchen and wrapped herarms around Rachelle before giving her a quick kiss good. Ragnar pulled himself out immediately, allowing his young bride to wait until the pain subsided. Astrid felt as if she might weep. She looked down between her legs, startled to see the blood that was there. She gazed at Ragnar helplessly, who regarded her with a calm and loving smile. She wanted to scream. Thats the worst of it. He said simply, Lie back. Astrid shook her head, a few hot tears stinging her eyes. She remembered the pleasure he had given her quite well, but it was nothing compared.