"We're just off out, there's a pie in the fridge if you're hungry. We'll be back later on tonight." Okay!" I shouted down.There were sounds of footste...s and then doors opening and then closing down the stairs.I stood up off the bed and yawned and then walked to the bathroom with my hard cock sticking out of my boxers like a rocket, turned on the shower and slid them off before stepping underneath the water. I had been under the shower for five minutes and my cock was still rock hard and I. I had been right. A healthy donation was her reason to see me. 'How different is politics than prostitution?' I wondered.After dinner, Jill said, "This was nice, Hank. Was it chicken?" Rabbit. The varmint was eating my garden." You're joking!" Only about the garden."She frowned and said, "Still being funny. It tasted like chicken."Ouch! She had no interest in my culinary skills. Perhaps she would have been happier with chicken from Colonel Sanders.Jill helped me clear the dishes, then we sat in. “That was wonderful! You lasted longer than I expected. You’re doing great you just need a minute.” As she spoke, she took my face gently in her two hands and kissed my lips. She then slowly pushed my head down toward between her legs. As I got close the scent of her womanhood was intoxicatingI breathed in deeply and felt a new euphoria come over me, this time it was not the wine. I reached in with my open mouth and tried to trace with my tongue where my fingers had been. I licked and probed. The Lt. dipped his fingers in past my belt and the waist- line of my battle dress uniform (BDU) trousers. I turned around and found myself face to face with my shirtless and bare-chested, “OH MY GOD HE IS HOT,” platoon leader. I rested my hand on his chest, as I stared at his steely blue eyes, pressing myself into him.“I feel a sin coming on,” he whispered.“Confessional is Friday night,” I said. “Between now and then, all we can do is pray for relief.”He slowly unbuttoned them as I stood still,.