Her finger kept pumping in and out. Another splatter hit the sink. She whispered in my ear, “Keep coming, baby. Empty your balls for me.” I woul... have done anything for her in that moment. I kept pumping, feeling spurt after spurt jump from my cock. Finally it was too much--too sensitive. I leaned forward, my hands on the sink, my body shaking. She kissed my shoulder. “That was incredible,” she said. Her voice was low and husky. I could only mumble my agreement. “I’ve never watched someone. Previously, they had just been flying around impressing the natives, but we now needed to call them in for some serious fighting. At the moment, all of the armor we had was the light stuff on the APCs, while we were starting to see real tanks on the other side. Fortunately, we were still operating in swampy areas where tanks were at a very significant disadvantage. It reminded me of stories I had heard of the problems the Germans had at the Battle of the Bulge during WW2. There, as here, the. We initially made eye contact via glances from the corner of our eyes. Then, when I went to use the bathroom, he got up at the same time and followed me. Once in the restroom I made sure to stand a step or two back from the urinal so my large cut cock was partially visible, just in case he stood right next to me. And he did. As we both pissed, I snuck a look or two, but all I ever saw was the head of his penis, which looked like a nice fat mushroom shape.I looked up and noticed he was watching. .. or ex-girlfriend."He looked at me for a moment. "You plannin' to beat the shit out of him?"That caught me off-guard. "No ... no ... just need to talk to him." Yeah ... sure. Look, Mr. Hunsinger, you don't need the kind of trouble you could get into if you did something like that. Everybody in this town knows you and respects you. Why would you want to throw all that away with a criminal conviction?"He knew who I was! That was not necessarily good."I don't want to cause that kind of trouble..