I opened my eyes and knew why it felt that way, my nose was nestled in his pubic hair. I began moving my mouth up and down his rigid flagpole. I could...tell he was getting quite aroused and was working toward an orgasm which I longed for the feeling of his cum striking the back of my throat and tasting what I knew had to be sweet, sweet nectar.He sat up and pushed me down onto my back and climbed on top of me. He nestled between my thighs, pushed his knees up to my very wet pussy was sticking. "Sergeant Cole frowned. All the eagerness and innocence went out of him as he considered the point, replaced by an eerie calm, "Permission to speak freely, sir?" For God's sake, yes," answered the Major. "You're not in any trouble, son. I just want to know what the hell actually happened out there and what your thinking was when you assumed so much risk." My understanding of the Iraqi army, based on the publications of the War College regarding the Iran-Iraq was that they are highly dependent. One to hold the stallions ... to control him ... and the other to ... to ... to prep him. He has to be sterilized to prevent infections. That's called prepping." She looked at him with a hopeful gaze."OK" Rudy said uncertainly."Well, you see, the men can't ... I mean won't do the prep, so we had to do it. Us women I mean." she said, as if that explained everything."I don't understand." said Rudy. He was beginning to get exasperated."I want you to watch." said Dee, more firmly now. "I think. I looked up directly into her eyes. She held my gaze for several long seconds, she didn’t blink, she didn’t smile, she didn’t glance away. I couldn’t read her, but the depth of her eyes pulled me in, I felt like I was going to drown in them. I could see the creation of man in those eyes and felt a stirring in my soul as old as man. Her aura, her countenance, was completely neutral, but those eyes -------. My smartphone beeped, breaking the hold she held.From that day on it seemed she.