Nobody cared."Good job Art, Phebe. You two made my night!" Thanks, I guess." Phebe blushed as she cleaned up. Her legs were a little sore from being h...ld up during the fucking. She sat up, a little wobbly from her public ass fucking. George handed her another glass of wine and helped her to her seat at the table."Damm, Art!" George exclaimed, "You made a mess of my sofa. I hope it doesn't stain."Art grinned. "How do you know it's mine? Did you taste it?"The room exploded in laughter. Everybody. By now everybody in the platoon knew about Riley’s smiling-little-yellow-ducks theory of combat in Iraq and not too many people disagreed with him. At least if I was up on over-watch or on patrol somewhere, the smiling little yellow duck might just get a chance to shoot back. Riding around in an armored Humvee while waiting to get blown up by an IED was a lot more nerve-wracking for me.All through April and May the hajjis tested us and felt us out for weaknesses. They’d do something and we’d. ‘No you don’t. They’re being well taken care of.’ ‘By your friends I suppose?’ ‘Yep. Before we left I told them to make sure nothing happened to the girls, or they would have to answer to me. They all agreed that there was no problem in them staying around. They had already picked out which one they wanted for the weekend.’ With that I had to laugh. ‘I guess you did too, right?’ ‘Hell yeah, but I had already told them that you were off limits, and they had to choose between the other. You were obviously very near to orgasm but I wanted you to wait so I stopped and drifted up to your little pert nipples, they were very hard and erect, you whimpered as I stroked them as this also nearly made you cum but you were a good little girl and you held on. You then took me by surprise and sank to your knees and opened the zip on my jeans and pulled my big hard erect cock out and started to pull the skin back and forth looking up with those big beautiful eyes asking ‘is that ok, am I.