In this dream, it's my stiff prick that the lovely lady slobbers all over. Oh, it's a lot like that video, but not quite. She sucks my cock and slaps ...t against her rosy cheeks. She speaks all manner of obscenities that would make a sailor blush. Her husband becomes the enamoured onlooker feverishly tugging his cock. Just like the video so far? I suppose you could say it is. But that is why it has become 'that dream.' In my dream, her husband watches and licks his lips and encourages her to. I let the grief and pain I had repressed for the many friends that died in foreign battles mix with the tears that fell for Kat. My façade of steel had cracked. I was grateful that there were no eyes to see my miserable state. Later, I felt better. It all flowed out in one big flood of emotion. Healing had begun. I was ready to retire, make peace with the ghosts of my past and try to build a new life.Damn her! I didn't want to feel anything. She changed me in ways I cannot describe. Heaven was. Her tongue was very submissive, and as such I ended up nearly down her throat. I began sliding down the top of her dress so her nipples were out in the open. The cooler air running over them only served to make them harder. I hiked up the backside of her dress, and reached around with one hand, while the other moved up to caress her chest. I licked my fingers, and then snuck my hand down in between her soft cheeks, ready to feel my first boy pussy. As I got closer, I could feel her breathing. I hung my uniform on the bamboo mats. I had emptied my pockets and put everything in the pack before coming down here.The water was semi-warm, but the bowl was rather small, so it took several bowls-full to get all of me wet. I had plenty of experience with this already, as it was how the Rangers, who I advised, showered in the field, when the situation permitted. I was soon finished, dried off, and put on the dry clothes before returning to the room above."Where are your dirty clothes?".