The second I could tell she was getting closer, and when she looked back down into my eyes she softly whispers “Bastard, you are a fucking bastard, ...h I love you.” The last in a quivering moan as my tongue and fingers continued to make love to her again.A few minutes later her hips were pumping more and more, faster and faster. I knew she was really close now, and started massaging her inner wall as I sucked a bit more firmly, tongue moving even faster. Her moans were rising in volume, aI heard. I had only met Anita once but she was thetypical trophy wife. Anita was 10 years younger than James and had a wickedbody and liked to show off her cleavage. She was blackbut very light skin and my guess is one of her parentswas white. It was getting real late so I took a quickshower and headed off to work. Fortunately I did nothave any meetings with James and as he was heading outhe said goodbye and would see me in Chicago (where hewould fuck my wife). After he headed out the salesgroup had a. However there was absolutely nodoubt in my mind that I wanted this.Ever since I first started noticing girls a few years ago, I found myselfmore interested in adult women than girls my age. They seemed much moreconfident and in control, not to mention sexier. However it didn't takelong before I realized that I wasn't attracted to these women so much asI envied them. I wanted to BE them. And that desire had only grownstronger. Of course I knew that I couldn't tell this to any of myfriends or. But, Iwas deployed soon afterward, in April of '03. Of course, the occupationwas more dangerous than the war. The longer we stayed the more unhappythe people became, especially the Shiite mullahs in the south. That'snot to mention Saddam's loyal henchmen left in pockets all across thecountryside. As time wore on, these men became more proficient in theirtactics, learning the ways of guerrilla warfare. I, however, wasn't too worried about the hajis (Literally, theArabic word for one who has seen.