None of them addressed me directly, instead talking about me as if I wasn’t there. It was strangely erotic.“I’d like to get her on the cross ton...ght, Dave, so that tomorrow at the Guest of Honor Ceremony won’t be her first time,” Chuck said, grinning.Marie agreed, “Yes, you don’t want it to appear as though she has never been strapped to one. That would give away your novice status to the others and that would mean she’d be ineligible for that event.”Dave nodded, “I really appreciate both of. I don't know about Carver, but I have only worn all of mine when I went to my commander's funeral years ago. I have them all packed away, but I will dig them out for this occasion. I will need Sally and Kat to help me pin them on straight, since it's almost impossible to do it myself." I already have mine on my uniform, and it was just freshly cleaned and is still in the dry cleaner's bag. In this country, we use medal bar holders to mount them on, so it's a lot easier to put them back on our. He pushed himself further and further inside her, pushing apart the warm soft flesh of her virgin pussy. As the last inch of his cock went in he felt that he was as far in as her pussy would let him go, “perfect fit” he thought as he began sliding in and out of her. Her things squeezed him tightly as he began fucking her properly. She moaned for him to go harder and harder and she began cumming on his cock. He could tell by the squeezing sensation and her moans and it encouraged him to go. We've had a rough couple of days and you, especially, need a rest." Peter, I've had a rest. That was the most refreshing night we've had in quite a while," she said with a grin, "but you've got another think coming if you expect me to stay here when I'm expecting the Sorensons for Susan." Ah..." Peter's hand, which had begun exploring her breast, stopped moving. "Oh, well. I suppose you're right. Mind you," he squeezed gently, "I never get tired of this. I love you, sweetie, you know that." I.