And it was all the Major’s fault. Instead of going back to my barracks and brooding like I’d originally intended to do, I went to the gym. I coul... feel the eyes on me in the locker room, but I shrugged it off. Friday afternoons the trail was usually deserted. I tied on my battered running shoes and took off for the solace of the woods. Pushing myself as hard as I could, I took my anger out on the trail. There was no where else to take it. With the blood pumping through my veins and the clean. ”“Well, unfold it!” she ordered, laughing back at me.I unfolded it so that it was lying flat again. As soon as it was set, Kelly hopped on and motioned me to join her. I chuckled and climbed on the bed with her. We spent the next couple of hours getting to know one another again. Kelly informed me at one point that she was suffering from Orgasm Deficiency Syndrome; I wasn’t around to take care of matters and now she was in a deficit situation.“Is that like a budget deficit?” I. Mmnnn no, I think I'll save that example for the moment. . . Tell me . . ,” she paused, her voice obviously changing the subject. I made a mental note that this was a topic I wanted to return to and explore with her later. Who might she mean? Possibly could it be me?! It sounded very interesting! I had missed some of mom's words in my musing. “. . so do you think you'll name your gal-pal here? Who might she represent in fantasy?”Something clicked in my head, “You said, 'my men', when. One time was particularly memorable. It was evening and I was relaxing on the sofa in the lounge. I had mycock out and Candy was stroking it with her fingers. Every so often she would lick the precum from the tip. The doorbell rang. Candy got up, leaving my cock all lonely, andanswered the door. Into the lounge came Candy and these two babes. One was brunette with abody just like Candy's, athletic with nice sized breasts and long hair just like Candy. The other girl was a blonde. She was thin.