But how? The only mistake seemed to be its desire to have both holes at once. Hardly hygienic, but 732 didn’t seem to mind. She was gripping the thi...g, not really able to make it fuck her any faster, but the effort was there. Her eyes rolled almost permanently back into her head as she convulsed again and again on the floor. And yet the way it went after her seemed to indicate something more than just a computer program. Almost as if there was an artificial intelligence controlling each limb,. Unwillingly, grudgingly, silently, at my own request, but I left. I resigned. Not in disgrace, but ‘don’t show your face around here again, Buddy’ was the implication. For about a fortnight, I toasted my discharge in a motel in Jacksonville, NC. I stayed at a terrible place, drinking more of that scotch, wishing I had a friend, finding one in the bottle. I was not suicidal. I did what we all should do when we have no one to go to. And there was no one. The major warned me. ‘You are a candidate. The Steve Miller Band's classic, "Jet Airliner," began to pound from the speakers, and I finally sat back and looked at my plump, naked wife. Millie was still crouching shyly, her eyes darting around as she made sure no one else could see her. She was standing in a pool of oil about eight or ten feet away. I liked for her to perform at a little distance from me so I could feast my eyes on all of her at once. "Dance for me, Big Tits," I said. "Show me what you've got and shake it."Millie slowly. He deftly removed my panties and threw the drenched garment on the sofa before moving his hands over my exposed body while he tenderly kissed my butt cheeks. Then he spread my ass, taking a moment to admire what he saw, before leaning forward and circling my exposed asshole with his tongue. Saliva dribbled down my anal crack while his fingers pressed against my cunt and clit while he tongued my ass and the cocktail of pussy juice and spittle dripped onto his lap, forming a wet spot on his light.