” They laughed again and headed to the showers. “That’s a pretty little blonde piece you landed out there. Looks like a real tiger. Of course, R...che is like that, too. Great shape, tight as a glove, and ready any time.”“Sounds like wedding bells.”“Yeah. I figure when I get the silver bar, she’ll get silver bells. Promotion for both of us.”“So, what’s the word on that situation in Kenya? Are we going to get involved in that?”“It’s the only thing the senior officers talk about. We’ve all been. His white hot cum coated her pussy walls and mixed with her own before spilling out around his still pistoning cock to stain the sheet below them. Chelsea grabbed the sides of the bed and clung as if she was about to spin off into space, and for her that's exactly what was happening. He spurted wad after wad of sticky white cum into her belly and Chelsea came twice, then three times in rapid-fire orgasms as each load hit her deepest recesses. Finally exhausted and spent, he collapsed on top of. He bought lunch on occasion and was always very social with anyone who would walk in. It didn't dawn on me he was gay since he was married with two girls. One of his girls was in my highschool graduation class. He was just an inch shorter than me, thin almost frail, and always smelled good. It all changed one afternoon.... It was a slow day, only one customer and the mail carrier had entered the store. I was checking out a new pair of jeans. Andy was going through the mail by the cash register.. Get someone else on the committee to do it." Like who, Angela Parker? Who in their right mind would pay a dime to take her out? Betty Pierpoint? Sixty years old, blue hair and a face like a dried raisin? Boy wouldn't she bring in the big bucks."The two of them spent the next ten minutes hammering at me. What the hell, it was for a good cause, right? So I did my good deed for the charity and said okay.After the cocktail hour dinner was served and during the entire meal not a word was said.