I was cuddling his hot body and his arm was around me slowly swaying between my ass and navel. Before he turned into a deep sleep, I told him I am his...slut. He smiled for it and kissed me. We slept then.Around 6 o’clock, I woke up. It was just a low light morning and it was a fresh morning with nice cool climate. He was still sleeping, and the cold was upon me which made me again horny. I tool his cock and started licking it. It was turning into hardness and he was half asleep and half. He wasn’t necessarily the world’s greatest tactical genius, but he stood up for his guys and didn’t fuck up very often at all. Speaking as just one more dumbass fire team leader, that was plenty good for me.It took Vernier and Barstow a couple of minutes before they came inside. First, they looked around the building and the wreckage of Yankee Two, and then they talked to Lieutenant Hicks and Sergeant Wexler. Halstead looked like he wanted to go out and speak to them, but Southerland held him. H-Not porno, erotic stories. I started reading some of the stories on this web site. I couldn't find a lot of stories that think the way I do. So I said to myself, I'll try writing them myself.W- You mean people who think weird.H- No just the opposite, I'm the normal one and I wanted to read stories that sounded more like normal, real people.W-God help us if you're the normal one. I've been married to you for thirty five years and you are anything but normal.H-Anyway, the first couple of. I wanted to jump into the pictures and lick and suck everything, imagining taking each one in turn, but I then noticed there were several more after that—I had thought those were the last ones I had taken.Apparently, the slight ruckus I heard while I was still in the tent that morning was the three of them playing with my camera. You can't hardly imagine my surprise when I opened them and saw close-up pics of three different, completely erect pricks. There were even some of not only spread.