Our first playoff game was against a team we hadn'tplayed all season. And worse yet, word came down that not only didthey not have male cheerleaders,...but could not or would not providefacilities for male cheerleaders, only female cheerleaders. I couldnot go. Being so superstitious at this point, the football teamwanted me on the field. They wanted the entire cheerleading squad onthe field, including me!Finally the football and cheerleading coaches came up with a plan. Acrazy plan: probably. I continued to stimulate the shaft while I contemplated what I wanted to do. I was unsure precisely what I was willing to do for my stepbrother. I leaned forward and kissed the head again, this time a bit more passionately, parting my lips ever so slightly and allowing my tongue to contact the head. As my tongue gently swept across the tiny opening at the tip, I detected a taste with which I was not familiar. It was barely detectable and not unpleasant, but slightly bitter. I now know I was. She had allowed it during the inspection before dinner out of sheer terror, and by forcing herself to believe that it had recently been thoroughly bathed.When she was taken to bed and fucked hard and long until the Brigadier produced copious jets of jism inside her, she knew that her body had reacted by producing its own lubrication, not being able to distinguish between a husband's and an oppressor's attentions. Then when the softening cock was presented to her to clean with her mouth, she. Oh no, I had just got out of school and I'm right back in again. I was at the Officer Command School. The Navy thought I needed the extra education as my only experience was the one week end a month and two weeks every summer while I was in college.I was given an eighteen day leave after completing the Officer Command School and went home to Ennis. Our ranch is called Wakhan Maka, roughly spirit world in English. My parents own the ranch of 411 acres outside of Ennis in the Madison River.