I'm thinking you're probably some kind of pansy deserter who bought himself a pardon and had his records falsified. You bet when I find out who did it...I'm going to have their ass!"He was partly correct. My service record, the one he would have access to, was complete, official and pure fantasy. If he'd had access to my real record he'd still been reading it even after a day or two. With everything digitalized I'd never seen it but I'm guessing if it were all printed out it'd probably stack up. She was horny and wanted some cock badly.In her lust drunk mind, she saw the imaginary guy on her, fucking her. She felt his prick slamming into her, over and over again, the frenzy was building. She was nearly there. She could feel the pressure growing inside her, could feel her mouth grow dry and with the sudden, violent arching of her back, she came,Gushing over her fingers, creaming over the imaginary cock inside her fuck box…. As she wallowed in the pleasure of her orgasm, her dream lover. ’ ‘Then we appear to be at a bit of a blockade, quite literally. Do you suppose there’s another way in? Back at the academy, I remember there being the main entrance plus a whole mess of other ways in for where they deliver food and where the staff came and went. Perhaps we could seek out one of those?’ ‘But those will be guarded too. Look, they’re all over the walls.’ Phyre pointed through the hill at several men who were staring out over Fissure from their vista. ‘Besides, we don’t want to. “I am so horny,” she said, “Would you please go and fuck Scott’s wife while we watch, Please?”He had this really strange look on his face as what she asked sunk in. Between the booze all evening and the male libido, you could see he really wanted to but was unsure if he understood correctly. Lynn batted her eyes as she stretched out another “Pretty Pleaseeeee, I am soooooo turned on.”Just then we heard Marcus grunt as he finally reached his orgasm and Lynn said, “Now honey, fuck her good for.