He nodded. "Most of those were kills too. It's really hard to live through a direct hit from an anti-tank laser. We only collected twenty-three wounde... from the engagement — all of them the victims of machine gun fire or eighty millimeter shrapnel after they went out on foot after their tanks were disabled by indirect hits." They're safe now?" she asked."Yes, the wounded have all been flown out and transferred to Eden hospitals. The tanks and their crews are staging in the Gibbons Valley ten. ”“Hush, you don’t have to explain things,” I said, lifting my mouth briefly from her nipple. “There’s no need to apologise, just let me give you some pleasure.”As my hand moved closer to her groin, she spread her legs further apart. Soon I was brushing the tuft of hair at the top of her cleft. She moaned as I pushed my fingers a little further down, brushing the top of her clitoral hood.“Oh yes!” she moaned. “Rub my pussy for me, Will.”My fingers pushed between her lips, feeling the warm. I wanted to see my beautiful wife jiggle as she walked down the long hall to our dorm room. "Almost done?" I asked."Almost." I'll go check to see if the coast is clear." I scampered off into the other room. No one around. Just then, I heard a some talking from the hall. The students had returned. I poked my nose out the door and saw several of them standing in the doors of their rooms talking (just like all college kids do in their dorms). I went back into the shower room.Anne was now drying. We started kissing and groping like teenagers, sidestepping to the couch, practically falling as we sat, our deep passionate tongue-tangling kisses almost frantic as she stroked my cock through my shorts and my hand roamed to her panties.But when I tried to slip my hand into her panties, she grabbed my wrist, "No-no, outside only, Houseboy!" I reluctantly moved my hand back over her panties and began gently rubbing as we resumed our passionate kissing session. She was stroking my cock faster.