I walked over to the bed but before I could sit down, you flipped me over and pushed me onto the bed so my ass was sticking up. Then you pulled me so ... was over the edge of the bed and in the perfect position. You rubbed my clit and started to finger my pussy roughly and hard, making my pussy become oh so very wet, and I immediately enjoyed an explosive orgasm. Even before I could recover you replaced your fingers with your cock and rammed me deep, hard, and roughly from behind. I could feel. I guessed Sara to be around five two or three, around a hundred and ten pounds and dark red hair. She reminded me of Reba the singer. She had on, over a pretty nice ass, a black hip- hugger type of skirt, about six or seven inches above the knees and an emerald green, pull over sweater, that fit like a second skin and let I'd guess, a set of full B's show there stuff. I did have to admit, It was all in a damn nice looking package. I just hoped I wasn't drooling when we got to the table.I had. I think that’s part of her problem. The other part is, and here’s the tricky part. Please hear me out and then ask any questions you want. I may stutter and turn red but I’ll try to answer them. And please give everything some serious thought before you jump up and bolt for the door. As I said she is a girl except one problem.” There was a long pause and a deep breath inhaled by both of us. Sue began to turn a little more red in the face as she continued; “Barb is a girl and nothing but a. Mira has inflicted this torture upon me for the past thirty minutes.Flashback – Major M – Undisclosed locationThe L.Cpl. complained (he was only here because he was the one that spilled the beans to the Old Man), "What in the hell are they doing?"I looked at the Sgt. and he shook his head and instructed the L. Cpl., "It's called target practice. They are doing it to make sure they have the windage down. Now shut the hell up and give us a hand."He again complained, "I don't think this plan is.