Being on the radar is great because you stay dry and the job is relatively easy (at least for me it is) and when you are doing combat exercises it is ...xtremely tense and exciting. I love when I get to do the job I am paid to do. But being on a ship means you are a sailor first so we are left with other jobs that aren’t as cool or fun. We paint the ship constantly, although it isn’t hard it becomes tedious unless of course you are on the top part of the ship and painting the deck when you are. Then she surprised me by screaming, "Fuck me Charlie fill me with your spunk, give me your baby!" With this extra stimulus he couldn't hold on even if he'd wanted to. He certainly didn't and with his face contorting he shot load after load of his birthing fluid into my wife's unprotected womb. Charlie grabbed her nipples at the same time and twisted them hard. She squealed in pure pleasure and lust dragging on his buttocks so that he went even further up her sloppy cunt. I knew it was her most. Soldiers complain a lot. It was what we did and was mostly harmless. By then it was different. Guys were starting to get very bitchy with senior sergeants, and friends were fighting each other and forming cliques. We still went into action together, and would fight to the death for each other, but after the fight, we would be fighting amongst ourselves. Briscoe and Turner were spending a lot of time telling people to knock it off and pull their heads out of their asses.Shortly after we got back. She was amazed and said that was wonderful. She almost got married once but the guy was so jealous that he blew a gasket if any other man glanced her way and it was too much for her to handle.We fixed the drinks and returned to the pool area. The five us sat talking and drinking. Generally the questions were about Babs and me and our marriage. Greg was divorced as was Cindy but neither gave any details. As we were finishing our drinks, I saw Babs eyeing Greg’s cock and knew what she was.