Years later I joined the Army ( US ) I remember coming to Germany I got my Promotion to SGT..One day I was checking some papers and noticed that a few...of them where missing I looked every where for them then I remembered I had taken them home a few days before..I called one of my men ( A big Black guy ) and asked him if he would go to my House off post and pick them up he said he would,it was about 3 in the Afternoon almost quitting time he got a Jeep and left.normaly it takes 30 minutes to get. His impossibly muscular legs with snakelike veins make me salivate. I imagine him squatting over me, lowering his rectum to my loving lips and tongue.I straighten up and open the magazine. The photos of gay men sucking and fucking each other, with huge cocks are turning me on. I've been outwardly ignoring the men in the store but sneaking glances at them.One guy, in particular, has my attention. He's been staring at me. He looks either drunk or crazy to me, maybe both. He's big and overweight. Instinctively fearing this disaster was going to cost me an arm and a leg, I surfed the internet for a reputable repairman. After getting fobbed off by a couple of companies, a third said they would send someone that afternoon. "Is that okay?" I don't have much choice," I mumbled. Yes, I should have been grateful, but I couldn't cast off the resentment coursing through me. The informed me that their man would probably arrive at four. With lots of chores still to do, but no energy to do them, I. I rubbed my little thumb over my hardening clit. I even used my free hand to pull up my shirt, letting the cool air hit my sensitive nipples. God that felt so wonderful. With that in mind, my fingers slid further into my pussy, just barely touching my g-spot. I could only fit two fingers in, as it was just so tight, throbbing and needy. Moaning again, my hips arched up to reach my fingers, quickly pushing in my middle and ring finger from my right hand began to flick enough to stimulate my.