My hard cock was again throbbing in my hand, aching for release, and the sight of Angie's desperate squirming on the edge of orgasm inspired me to gra... her legs and flip her over onto her knees, then I pulled her raised ass to the edge of the bed and against my straining hard cock. I glanced over at Tricia, and with a sly smile she leaned down to Angie, kissing along her cheek and murmured, "Mister C needs to fuck your horny little pussy now!" Firmly grabbing Angie's hips, I pulled off her. I rarely carried my mobile phone with me when on schemes out on the Plain, or on guard, and Debs got in the habit of texting me, and hoped that I would be able to pick up the message sometime during the day.It was at the beginning of February of 1997, and I had just got back to my billet from a route march when I picked up my mobile and saw that Debs had left a text message about an hour earlier.'Call me. Urgent.'I rang her from the NAAFI canteen land line as I couldn't get a strong enough. “You see,” Christie kept talking, “we might have fantasies. We might have our first time together. But after the orgasm, at the end of the day, I’m still a straight girl and you’re still a gay man. I love you and you love me, yes. And I’d give everything to have a straight Jesse. But that wouldn’t be you.”He smiled and gave her a sweet hug.“So young, yet so smart. I’m so glad you understand! I do love you, Christie. You’ll find a boyfriend soon and he better be a gentleman. Or I’ll have to. Patel and treated him as my brother. Mrs. Patel is not more than 29 years with 2 small kids. Her skin was glowing in the dim light of the night bulb. She was dressed in pink silk night gown with a jacket over it. I could see her inner wears as she had not tied her jacket.I bend my head down towards the floor, she asked me to make myself comfortable on the couch. I sat on the couch and asked her about her husband and kids. She went to the kitchen and came out with a glass of water in her hand.