You reached back and began to fuck yourself with two of your fingers while breathing heavily on my cock. You weren’t risking pushing me over, but ...ou weren’t letting me cool off either so you took your well lubricated fingers and slid first one, and then both of them all the way up my ass. After rubbing all around my ring, tracing your fingers up and down my ass crack and occasionally slipping a finger or two back into me you judged my cock soft enough to begin again. This time instead of. "Brandy is the name of your manager?" asked Heather."My shift manager. She's really cool, and I like her a lot," admittedMike. "I'm just hoping that in a few more days the style will look lessfeminine." That's not likely," said Heather as she reached over and touched hishair. "You can try some product, but that might make it worse. Youmight have to have it cut short to look masculine." Damn, I like it long," he said. "But I'm also tired of being mistakenfor a woman." Well, I have an idea that. But I controlled myself. I said good morning. She too wished me and asked me to get ready for breakfast. By the time I was back, she had put it on the table and was waiting for me. We sat down and began to eat. That’s when it hit me. She wasn’t wearing a bra and immediately my dick rose. As I ate I couldn’t help but stare at her erect nipples. She might have noticed it. She asked me why did I sleep in her room the previous night. I choked but soon found my voice and replied that it was very hot. Then, "Diana and Arlene."Its systems came online, the faceplate closed and the helmet adjusted to her head. She tongued to the command channel, curious to hear what the General, Lieutenant and Sergeant were saying as she walked down the ramp and stepped out into the deep snow. The combat specialists' battle helmets could be mentally controlled, not by any type of mind reading, but the helmets were sensitive to changes in the brain as the wearer concentrated. Just as a cursor could be controlled.