He didn’t know how I felt. No one could. No one had just had their whole future ripped from them. No one. And someone had to be to blame.“This is ...hristine’s fault. She could have stopped them. She—”“That’s enough!” said Will, with more angry authority in his voice than I’d ever heard. “This isn’t Christine’s fault. She’s just watched her only daughter die, just a few years after watching her husband die. She is suffering enough with you blaming her for it.” He took a deep breath. “I understand. Her labia and her clit were shining, wet, and red. They were so engorged that they appeared to be almost twice their normal size. I had to stop touching her clit. She was so sensitive now. Her clit couldn’t handle any more direct stimulation. She had cum as much as she was going tofor one night so I knew I couldn’t get her off again. I was so turned on that I had to do something.I sat beside her as we talked. She was laying on her back now with me sitting on the bed by her left hip. The. I made some noncommittal answer before taking her back to the table, where Bronco Horsefield was sitting with the Company Quartermaster Sergeant, Jonty Bloom. Jonty was divorced and was accompanied by a German girl who looked to be about 25 years old. She was a very attractive young woman, a teacher at the primary school on the camp, and Jonty wasn't going to allow any young, single, or unaccompanied sergeant, to get any where near her.Bronco leaned over to me."Thanks, Dewey, that should keep. “I understand that you have some pleasure issues though,” she said.“Do I?” he asked. “That’s news to me.”“You’re a ‘giver’ not a ‘taker’ and you don’t easily get aroused by actions you deem focused solely on your unilateral pleasure. Isn’t that the gist of things Kyle?”“I obtain greater satisfaction when it is obvious that both parties are deriving pleasure, but I take exception with this being referred to as an ‘issue’.”“My apologies if my choice of words offended you, Kyle,” she said. “I also.