"Oh, god, I am so sorry!"In case I forgot to mention this earlier, when you have a headache, thereare only two things worse than noise. The first is b...ight light, thesecond, the constant bane of anyone trying to convince theirfriend/parent/girlfriend/relative/annoying girl from upstairs that theyhave a headache: Talking. Just trying to concentrate on what the otherperson is saying, combined with the noise . . . You get the idea."Did I wake you? You feeling alright? You look like you're-" I. As it got later, I felt Rose's hand brush my knee under the table in the dark. At first I didn't think anything of it, being in close quarters as we were, but it soon became obvious that it was intentional. I moved my hand down to hers, and there was a silent communication established. I immediately felt very strange; this was my friend's wife, after all(!), so I didn't really do anything other than acknowledge her advance and silently let her know that it was appreciated. Not long afterward,. But she would be randy as hell and we would have a great sex session I would say what brought this on Well its not the bloody dog thing. I know she was with the dog. Everything I tried got me no were. I talk about the dog fucking her and she always said it was disgusting One night about three weeks after she started with the dog fucking her. Rose had come to bed I had still been spying on her while the dog was fucking her but used to get to bed before her. I would be waiting in bed my cock. She couldn't afford college and couldn't earn a scholarship worth enough money. At first, she considered the Navy, as she really wanted to see more of the world—all she'd ever seen was Cleveland, OH. But the idea of learning to fly captured her imagination in a much stronger way than the desire to escape Cleveland did.She joined the Air Force on her eighteenth birthday, just a few weeks after graduating from high school. Luckily, her foster parents at the time had been one of the nicer sorts.