Each stroke seem to send an electric shock through her cunny, making it throb. She pressed her hand against her mound and hot, sticky juice began to s...ep out and wet her panties. A warm wave of pleasure flowed through her body. Without conscious thought, her hands began small explorations; stomach, hips, tits, thigh. Tits and thighs!She heard Peter groan; watched his fist begin to fly up and down the engorged shaft; saw the veins bulge, the angry purple head. Fingers slipped beneath elastic. "You look very beautiful to me."She gave me a 'Yeah, right!' look, stuffing the tissue back into the pocket.With a big sigh, she arched her back, throwing her shoulders back, scanning the park as if she were seeing it for the first time.I fumbled in my backpack, pulling out an ocher plastic bottle."Here, take half of one of these." I held out my hand."What is it?" She focused on the pill in my fingers, slightly wary."Quaalude. A half will take the edge off, but not mess up your head."She seemed. "There are not any openings for a PFC.” I looked at the manning roster. “It says there is an opening for an E-3 Corporal as a G-3 clerk,” I remarked. “Sir, PFC Lovejoy is a Private First Class,” the desk sergeant responded. “Well, I am promoting her,” I replied. The desk sergeant looked at me. “Sir, I don’t think you can do that. She doesn't have enough time in grade as a Private First Class. And she has to pass a promotion board.” I glared at the desk sergeant. “Sergeant,” I responded, “I. She laughed softly and told me I had a lot to learn, more control being the first and I had better visit her when she could spend more time on my lessons. There was no sign of my sticky ejaculation and she must have known what I was thinking as she licked her lips saying she did not like to waste mans milk. She looked at the book while fondling me and saying she wished she could stay longer as she was sure she could get me to spunk for her again before the night was out and as she asked me to.