It was finals week at school. Sherry and I didn't have much time together, except first thing in the morning. She seemed to have gotten over her initi...l fright from our unprotected sex. Things seemed to be back to normal.On Thursday, the next to the last day of school, I asked her, "Track and finals are over. Do you want to go out Friday night and celebrate?" Sure, that sounds great." Sherry replied. She gave me a kiss just as the warning bell rang. I kissed her again and we separated and went. He could only imagine what her smooth mound looked like under her uniform. He was sure that her panties or thong, whichever one she had chosen to wear, was getting soaked. ‘Here is your drink sir,’ Casey said as she put it down on the table. She sounded so cute when she said it. It was as if he was another patron and not her boyfriend she was serving. ‘Your food will be out shortly,’ she said and strolled maybe ten or fifteen steps and had to pause. Jacob snickered because he knew why she had. I continued to slowly lower Heather’s ass and my cock slid effortlessly into her dripping cunt. I still had an inch or so to go when my cock’s head pressed against her cervix. “ Uummph!” She grunted as my cock continued to put pressure against her cervix, the opening to her womb. Using my hands on her ass and my hips, I began bouncing her body up and down. I repeatedly impaled her juicy pussy on my cock. My cock's head rammed into her cervix with each thrust. “ Uummph! Uummph! Uummph!” Heather. ”“I have always been a marine first and foremost and I have never ceased to be a grunt. It is the front lines where the war happens, not in some cozy super secure command center light years away from the action. Now we had a rough time taking this system. The Warog are as tough as they come and they don’t give up easily, but that battle we just fought is nothing compared to the shit storm your personal inquisitor, that sorry excuse of a Union officer is about to kick loose. You know what I said.