The whole thing had been sudden, completely out of context, and a big air of mysticism surrounded their hurried departure, so I decided to explore, an... made my way upstairs.The room door was ajar, at the far end of the long carpeted hallway, she was talking to Peter, asking him if he knew what daddy had done to her that morning.Peter did not, and said as much, but she undeterred, pulled her dress up waist high and showed Peter, her bruising and marking, across her white buttocks, angry red. But, these nights were what they were as lovers and partners. Their loving, fucking, and sexing flowed from one to the other, changing partners as much as changing positions. They would stop and refresh, then take it right up, again. These nights went for hours; it was slow and building; always with the intention for all of them to climax, but never in a rush to do so. There were plenty of times when they were together for intense fucking, for release of sexual tension; this wasn’t one of those. My wife knows how to give great blow jobs but this time it seemed different.Probably because this time I was blind folded and all I could do was just feel what she was doing.I was moaning telling her just how great she was doing and how close I was getting to cumThen it happened I was being kissed while the mouth was still sucking away on my cock “go a head and cum” the voice said .Then started kissing me deep as I unloaded the most cum I have ever had into a mouth that was eagerly. "Peter! By all that's wonderful, what are you doing here?" Requested a transfer out of 16 Squadron. Our masters sent me to this God-forsaken hole."Riley grinned and the two men shook hands warmly."What's the CO like?" Wiggy? Oh, he's topping. Brilliant pilot and a thorough good egg." Glad to hear it. 'Stuffy' Dowding wasn't at all my cup of tea. Morale on 16 was awful. I was lucky to get out. It's only because I'm an 'O' and not a pilot that they let me go."Phillip was shocked. Things must.