"Sergeant Airborne, my medical records are at the Naval Medical Center, Oakland. I think it's safe to say they contain a physical evaluation of my fit...ess, Sergeant Airborne." Stand over there, Private, and don't move. I'm gonna call your training NCO. Where the fuck are you from?" Delta, Eighty-Sixth Signal, Sergeant Airborne, Fort Huachuca. The Training NCO is Sergeant Hauptmann." Ben recited the telephone number for his platoon sergeant from his new position by the wall, away from the. But Bill was dead set on joining. He said it was his duty as an American citizen.In the end, Bill left. Miss Rachel was torn: half-proud of her husband, and half- scared to death about losing him. The last time he'd gone into the Army was more than enough for her, and that was a time of peace. This was a real war.Running the farm was left to her. She knew just barely enough to keep things moving. The farm staff could keep everything in order until Bill got back. And I promised Bill I'd look. She picked up a black short dress and tried it on. It looked great she looked stunning but it didn’t expose her as she wanted to. She took out a red dress and it looked exactly like what she had in mind. It showed a big cleavage and only reached just below her ass. It looked very slutty, very exposing just the way she wanted to be looked. She took the time to put up some makeup and let her hair open. Her straight hair, big eyes, and dark red lipstick made her look no less than a greek sex. No doubt the neighbors could hear. I finally hit bottom as my ass rested against his muscular thighs.Marcus rubbed my back and told me how proud he was of me."Only one in ten women can take my cock all the way. You are a really special woman."After a few minutes of passionate kissing he stood up with his cock still buried in me and carried me to the bedroom.Marcus laid me down on the bed and told me, "You deserve a man who doesn't parade you around naked like a cheap prostitute. You need a man.