Hey, don’t get me wrong: I’d do it again. Just not nearly as often as taking it.After a few moments, our breathing returned to normal. We fell ...sleep again. * This was the first time I actually paid attention while I slept with Craig. I mean, slept slept with him. We’d fucked so many times, however... We’d never actually shared a bed where I noticed his needs, noticed his nuances.I slept and woke rested. I felt rejuvenated, ready to take on the world. The alarm wouldn’t go off for. She sat up and smiled back. Sethy’s 36C breasts look even larger on her small frame. Large and round topped with light brown areolas and prominent nipples. “Rod, you are such a silly boy…but I love silly boys” and she leaned over to kiss me lightly. Then she brought her face close to mine and looked me in the eyes. I loved her eyes. I wanted to get lost in them. “Rod, last night was wonderful for me. Did you feel the pleasure also?” I thought back to last night. After we had walked at the beach. He wasn't a graduate of 'the long gray line, ' or Norwich, or Annapolis. His protectiveness of the men under him had been noted in his fitness reports: not negatively, but with cautionary remarks. He would never make General, and under the current rules, it was promotion or retirement.Colonel Allen Murphy knew this was his last tour of duty in the Marines. He would retire after finishing his three years on State Department duty, assuming he survived. He had one more year to go. He had a feeling. She was not a virgin but she blushed like one. He kept a rigid pace until she tensed and moaned. ‘Please, don’t tease me,’ Ida hissed into his ear, before biting it. Jon hissed back, burned by her breathe and hot tongue. ‘Say my name,’ Jon demanded, possessive. ‘Say it like you mean it.’ Ida groaned when his fingers kept going. ‘Jon, I want you Jon. I mean it. I want you.’ Jon smiled. Ida claimed his lips. He removed his fingers—Ida groaned, ‘No, please don’t go.’—and pulled at her spandex.