Who ... where ... Just what is this?" Jones said out loud.'Records of your activities on the base shows that you were 'excused duty' for early morning...exercises, due to insipid back strain ... you no longer have this problem and so the Nanites have programmed your mind to follow the routines.' The inner voice said.Jones gave an internal groan; he managed to get that into his records hoping to be labelled as 4F – unsuitable for Army, but it didn't work. Then he noticed that he was now doing. “He might notice, but he’d never realize it was from having sex,” she said. She explained that they’d actually fucked probably only a dozen times in their entire marriage. Mr. Z only believed in fucking for procreation and would also never fuck her while she was pregnant, he was also an alcoholic and often passed out drunk early too. I didn’t know what to say and we started kissing and making out again, until she pulled back a little.“We can stop anytime you want,” she said finally. “But I. I knew busty girls back in my village who could suckle on their own tits. Such lucky girls to have that freedom. But try as I could, I just couldn't quite reach. I did strain so hard. I had hoped my breasts would have swelled large enough so I could drink directly from them.Though receiving the milk from Willoweyes's mouth was a treat. My milk was sweeter than a cows. I did love the taste, and Willoweyes was ecstatic ever since my milk came in last week. She had almost been glued to my tits. This was not clear watery liquid; this was whatever was upsetting her stomach. A large splash of hot thick puke covered my cock and ran down my balls. She quickly turned her head over the toilet as another stream shot from her mouth. A large puddle of pee formed on the mat beneath her.I was so horny. The stream from the shower made the room hot. I quickly stripped naked. I wiped most of the chunky puke from my raging hard on and swollen balls. She laid bent over the toilet on her knees with her.