“You’re training?” “Yeah” I muttered, halfway embarrassed as Julia slipped off her Parisian blouse and Victoria’s Secret bra to reveal two...perfect size c breasts. “Who?” she enquired. Off came the crushed velvet skirt. She was wearing a black garter belt, crotchless panties, and very sexy patterned hose. Three inch black heels adorned her feet. She would clean my house thusly attired. “Tory’s sixteen year old,” I admitted. “Rachel? Oh, she’s a looker.” Julia commented as she carefully folded. “you fucked me good, I need a minute to catch my breath” she said, at her words the Reflection went to crawl on top of Fletcher but he grabbed her wrist, he got up and grabbed her ankles pulling her half of the bed, he flipped her skirt up revealing her pussy lips, he then lined himself up and slammed himself into her in one rough thrust, the Reflection yelped in surprise and pleasure as Fletcher began to fuck her with long, hard strokes, whilst he was careful with Valkyrie he didn’t need to be. I'll meet you at the club at precisely midnight. You'll be mine from then on. Don't tell her I told you." Bess hung up.Dinner turned out delicious and romantic. Lisa seemed oddly nervous at first--she tended to be high strung but that usually translated into one sided conversations and over assertiveness--the latter making her submissive nature that much more of a surprise. She rarely combined nerves with silence. After three glasses of Moet et Chandon, she calmed and loosened and we cuddled,. My father was in the Navy, and this story takes place in on-base housing at a large naval training base. My mother had also previously been in the Navy, but had gotten out to get married and raise a family. They had three boys; I was the oldest, with my next younger brother about three years younger than I was, and the youngest just over four years younger.My mother’s best friend was Jane, another Navy wife who lived just around the corner from us. I don’t recall ever seeing Jane’s husband.