We get back to my place and I open the door to let you inside. I walk through the door behind you, grab you by the hips and press you against the wal.... my hands holding yours above your head, my body pressed against yours. Your lips taste of the wine we just finished as I tease them with my tongue and bite them softly. my mouth moves to your neck and my hands under your sundress, I can hear your breathing get heavier as your fingers grab me by the hair. my hands now grabbing you by the ass. We would go out with a few friends to a lounge and dance or take in a movie on the weekend. The problem was I didn't get every Saturday off. I had to work at least one or two weekends a month. On those days Jess would go out with her sister or friends. She was always home before I got home and we usually had sex. Life was pretty good.I need to tell you a little about my past sexual experiences. To be honest, I wasn't some great lover that brought all his partners to gigantic orgasms. I was just. I knew it must be the waiter since I had ordered breakfast.I kept my hand behind her head and pushed her on my dick so she could not say anything. I said come in and there were 2 of them, upon entering they saw the scene both on the TV and in front of them. They were shell-shocked and just stood there. I said to them, “Sirf dekhte rahoge kya.”Hearing this the waiters undressed in no time. They both came near her and started wanking. I brought her hands on their dicks. After 5 minutes I said. Now, he doesn't have to tell you."Cynthia looked at me and asked in a totally flat voice, "You're going to Afghanistan, Charles?" Sunday at four o'clock."She turned and went upstairs to her room and closed the door. Laura followed her. I stood around in the kitchen continuing to work on a dinner that I wondered if it would ever be eaten. About twenty minutes later, they both came downstairs.Cynthia had obviously been crying. She came over and hugged me and then said, "I love you, Charles..