As a bow to their sales skills, I fell under the spell of a Navy recruiter. I applied to, and attended, Naval Officer Candidate School. I was commissi...ned at age twenty-five, just a couple years short of the maximum age, and a couple years over the typical. ++++++ I spent twelve years in the Navy. I had intended to spend the bare-bones four-year requirement expected of an officer, but, they saw my abilities, and sent me to a rather prestigious MBA program. I appreciated it to the tune of. Like that, but harder!” Debbie demanded. She was horny as hell now and thrashing her hips against my hard dick. “Baby, baby, I know we just talked about me showing you my boobs, but you are going to HAVE to take care of me!! I’m so fucking horny that I can’t stand it!! I haven’t had any in so long and I’ve wanted you for months!” Debbie’s voice was raspy with desire and her pussy was so sloppy wet it had soaked my pants as she hunched me. “Don’t worry Debbie, I’m going to take very good care of. You can say the perfect Indian color. And her shape is perfect 34-26-34. And her boobs, wow they are so perfect. I was longing to see them in my hands.I don’t know what to do. How to start. So I simply put on the TV. Sun music was on. We were simply listening to songs, talking. I can’t talk normally. My heart was pumping like anything. I wanted to touch her. But I was so nervous. But somehow I overcome the fear and put my arm around her shoulder. She was silent. I simply murmured in ear. “If you’re having one, I’m having one,” Gee stated.“Says the girl who chaperones Baptist church groups.”“One beer. When you said it, I imagined the bite of the hops. Sounded perfect.”“Two beers,” I told the waitress.Yes, good.We got back to the car. She looked over the parking lot. “Hey, can we get to that bookstore before they close?”“Sure,” I said.It was dusk. We’re circling the parking lot looking for a convenient slot.“Don’t kill yourself looking for a close spot. We can walk,” Gee.