His words clearly comforted her even though she was still lost, he turned behind her and hugged her from behind making sure his body was flat on hers ...s his palm brushed her breast. "Start taking your clothes off" he whispered, and he let go. She stood there for a minute, frozen in time, but then realized that she had no power from that moment on. Slowly she took her shirt and pants off staring outside the window as he turned around and smiled, appreciating her every curve and sensing the heat. I pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees and sat back down on the couch. I squirted a bead of lotion on my dick and rubbed in, sliding my hand up and down. I cupped my balls with my other hand. After a few minutes of this, I squirted a little lotion on my fingertips and rubbed around the rim of my butthole while continuing to stroke my cock. I was reaching the point of climax when the front door swung open and Lena walked in."Oh, what the fuck!" she said. I jumped up and pulled my. "What are you doing here," she squealed, turning from her mirror where she had been brushing her long hair. She was bare except for a lacy shift, and I just stood and admired her bulbous charms and pear-shaped body for a while, wondering if I should toss her on the bed and swive her or get help for my feverish officer. It was a difficult decision."Don't remember me, do you?" I asked, and she squinted and cocked her head."Yes I do," she said, nodding. "Now I do. You ran off. Didn't even, but. "Hey, Danny, good luck!" called a fellow cadet through their bluetooth-style communicators."Good luck to us all. I think we're gonna need it."Danny Batchelor squared his shoulders and joined his company of men and women, clustered haphazardly around the flag indicating the First Company, Third Training Battalion of the 123rd Brigade. Clearly, the First Company was still a mob of civilians playing at war. Some wore their wedge caps on back-to-front, others pushed way back or way down or too far.