On Saturday afternoon I went round to Alan's again and after a brief chat we both went into his back room where he had left out the porno magazines. I...told him I'd been doing it a lot all week and that my penis felt sore, which it did. He asked if he could have a look and I pulled my jeans and underpants down to my ankles. I felt a little embarrassed but also really excited and could feel my penis hardening. Alan got a jar of vaseline jelly from a drawer and said that this would help and took. My email had several dozen messages, some with large attachments. Four were from Charlie - the first one was still shots from Buddy's camera. It was a picture book of the flight from takeoff until they were in sight of the air tanker.The second started where the first left off with the C130 approaching the fueling tanker and ended with it pulling away. The final group of pictures was of the African coast and landing. The video clips were of the complete in-air refueling with another segment on. It was a small plastic cup like - oh my god. As quietly as I could I closed the door. Oh my god, no way.I covered my mouth in shock. That little plastic cup was just like the cups he’d been bringing out when he brought me my little “treat”. My thighs were already quivering in squishy goodness from my own manipulations as I thought about it. Those drinks, I was drinking his sperm. I walked out in a daze over to the game I was supposed to clean but I couldn’t think about anything else. Was that. And we’ve worked hard to keep it that way.We made an agreement to stay purely physical and we’ve kept our promises to keep our lives separate except to fulfill animalistic needs on occasions. She was pretty inexperienced when we first started, but I’ve shown her few tips since then on how to please men. Or rather, man. I really don’t think she even dates.I was nursing a Beamish chuckling to myself watching guys at the bar sheepishly leering at the chubby girl. It’s as if they can’t decide.