I'm Capt. Robert Thompson, US Army (Res).Three years ago, I had twelve years in active duty and had just returned stateside from my third tour in the ...andbox. I had escorted my best friend in the service, Sergeant First Class (SFC) Wesley Minor, back to the world. We had been best friends since grade school. The problem was that he came back in a silver colored box with a flag draped over it. I came back with a divot out of my leg from the IED that had killed my best friend. I left active duty. “Well... if we get you pregnant it will have to be a long one,” he told her. “We would want to take part in the child’s upbringing.” Claire turned to lie on her back between them both. “So how is this going to work then?” she asked. “You will both fuck me until I eventually get pregnant. Only one of you can be the father but you both want to help in its upbringing?” “That about sums it up?” Karl told her. “Won’t you want to know for sure who the biological father is?” Jerome shook his. We talked it over amongst our selves, and if a case could be made to exclude we started on day one. David and Margaret only picked the first 5 or so. We picked everyone else as a team. David and Margaret gave us their input, but we picked the women we worked with and lived with." Candy said.Robert spoke up at this point. "You mean that the selection of who stayed and who could not was not David's?" No. David had to confirm our choices. He was the responsible licensee, but he didn't pick. Except. I tried to relax and not be self-conscious, but Bree just kept rocking in the same place, never moving her fingers away from the outside of my hip. The muscle there felt fine now and I couldn’t figure out why she was continuing to work it.I cracked my eyes open just a little and looked up at her. Her attention was riveted on my cock. Bree was flushed and breathing shallowly as she continued to just keep up the rhythm on my hip. I knew I should stop her, but I didn’t want to embarrass either of.