I was more excited than scared about the military, but if something happened to me I wanted her to get my pension. Images of her from that summer carr...ed me all the way through basic. She wrote me every day. Usually it was everyday stuff about our friends and the neighborhood. Sometimes though she'd describe in detail something she promised we'd do the next time we were together again. She'd always end those letters with: "Gave you a boner didn't I? XXOO " I'd take my change to the commissary. His name had been Chris. He had lain on top of her on the back seat and kissed her all the ride home. She had no idea how long it had taken, or where they had gone. She had not remembered seeing anything outside, not even streetlights. She remembered him leading her out of the car in a parking garage, then into a lift, then straight from the lift into an apartment. ‘What did you see through the windows?’ The skyline. They were high up. A penthouse, maybe. Wide windows, all along one wall. A. My gentle lovers had been forced to enforce my cruel discipline. It had been the right thing to do, but it still hurt.As they felt the sorrow and remorse I was feeling, they, too, began to cry, helping me to grieve. We sat together, holding one another, supporting one another, loving one another. A fucking Kodak moment, if there ever was one.Finally, our tears and sobs lessened and stopped. Kleenex appeared and, to a chorus of honking that would have made a flock of geese proud, we cleaned. Now swallow me.” She sucked the cap into her mouth and tongued all the right places while I leaned back to enjoy the part she did best. Then she circled my dick with her little hand and stuffed in more cock. Her lips slid up and down halfway while she pumped the other half in rhythm. After a while, I slid my pants below my hips so she could cuddle my balls. Her red hair had fallen forward, and I pulled it back to watch her servicing my shaft.“All right, now take in a little more.” I pulled her.