Bright light. Why did I open my eyes? This hour is ungodly…what hour is it? Oh. Quarter after eleven is far too early to get up. Back to sleep. I wa...k into the living room in my deceptively small apartment. It’s got so much space but it’s all vertical space and no one sleeps on the ceiling. The room is cold, maybe a little under 65 but I like it when I can pile blankets on top of me. I shove off all of the crap on the couch and throw on a blanket and slowly fall back asleep. When I see again. Pretty sure if a woman just touched my cock, I’d lose it.”“With all that discipline, military man? I’m sure you know how to hold it together.”“I’m used to holding guns.”“Well, that’s a gun too,” she said, placing her hand on my thigh, “just shoots something different.” She can be funny sometimes.It felt good. It felt right. Nothing had felt right for weeks. Maybe months.So, I reciprocated, putting my right hand on her thigh, while my left arm was still, for the better part of minutes, laid. ”Chandi put on the black panties Moe lent her. A tight fit, but they fit. The short skirt also fit tightly and barely covered her ass. The shirt matched the color and the fabric, and seemed to have been designed for her full breasts, showing cleavage. “Supposedly it was worn by a burlesque queen,” Moe told her. “She liked to be casual on the outside, with bling underneath. Including flashy tassels attached to her nipples.”“It’s really sexy,” Chandi agreed.“This would be sexier,” said Moe,. Gulping in fear, I submissively reached up, grasping the Husky’s long, thick cock, running my fingers up and down the length of his slippery shaft. Grimacing, I brought the tip of his cock to my lips, gently nuzzling the tip. Visions of this same cock hammering its way into my sister’s snug little asshole jumped unbidden to mind. The taste of dog cum and Heather’s rectal portal washed across my senses. My lips parted, allowing my fluttering tongue to savor a lick. Husky thrust forward,.