It seemed like wherever we went it was invariably into some sort of a line for something that we were all uncertain was necessary. Apparently, this wa... a supply warehouse that was filled with sloppily stacked heaps of uniforms and other apparel including boots and hats and belts and everything needed to make us all like soldiers and not civilians. It seemed like the status of civilian was something everyone around me considered lower than a stray dog wandering and looking for scraps to fill his. I got hard as a rock!Fingering her pussy which was soaked and in between shoving my tongue down her throat, I asked her if she fucked Jeff. She said NO! I asked her if she was sure and she was adamant that she had not. Then I asked her if she sucked his cock and she hesitated, a clear sign that she had. I asked again and still no answer. I told her I tasted cum on her breath and she whispered "yes". My fingers were deep into her and she was really getting into it. I spun her around, bent. She panted. “Oh my God, that felt so fucking good…” “Thanks, you tasted so fucking good.” I said. She faced me and we started to kiss again. “it feels like it’s my birthday.” She said. I chuckled and kissed her. I waited for her to recover as my cock reached full erection. “Are you okay?” I asked. “can’t believe how fucking good you are!” she responded. I couldn’t tell her that I had gotten so much better from fucking my cousin, so I lied and said, “I didn’t notice.”She was still panting when. Removing his shoes as she had could almost have been an act of submission, but it was simply gentleness. She was in control of everything. You don’t have to be submissive to show devotion. She looked back up and, watching him, holding his eyes… always holding his eyes, she reached out and undid his belt and opened his pants. Opening them, she pulled down on them. He raised his hips so that she could remove them. She pulled his legs from them and then tossed them away on the floor, almost.