We meet regularly, exchange smiles whenever we cross. I stay in 1st floor of the house and they Stay in ground floor and if I want to come inside or g... outside I have no other option except crossing their common hall. Days are passing and I have no bad intention on her but all of a sudden thing has been changed. If she wants to drain her clothes she has to come to first floor and then she has to drain them. On one such lucky day (I realized later that day was lucky day), she came to drain her. She was cumming. I kept up my motions on her clit and pussy, just slowing a little. It was a long climax. She shuddered for quite a while, then relaxed back into the sofa. I was still manipulating her clit when I slipped a full finger in her pussy. She responded by spreading her legs a little more. I could wait no longer. Her pussy was begging to be fucked and my cock was begging to fuck it. I stood up. Down came my shorts. I knelt down and lifted her legs. The head of my cock touched her lips. Next week in our final game, they would take only a few snaps, no one wanted to get hurt the week before the regular season started. We held true to form, Billy played most of the game, I had maybe five snaps, I didn’t catch a pass.The following Monday, we cut down from eighty players to sixty five. It was sad to see guys cleaning out their lockers, their hopes and dreams, at least temporarily placed on hold. What it also meant was that the players left would be getting more reps, the days. Most of our officers would want or insist that they take charge of the team. That's not going to work—it's bad enough to pull a man from the team, but to put an outsider in charge of them would be a disaster."You would nominally be in charge of the team, but in fact, Sergeant Waters would be in charge. You would have to instantly obey any "suggestion" he gives you."Well, Lieutenant?"I really had no choice. The operation was for Elke, and Elke was my responsibility."Yes, Sir, I volunteer."The.