Moving across the room Ann picked up the receiver from the wall phone. ‘Hello?’ ‘Mrs. Maddock?’ ‘Yes. This is Ann Maddock.’ ‘Mrs. Maddoc..., this is Major Crawford from the National Guard. I have some news about your husband.’ Ann nearly dropped the phone. Tears welled in her eyes. She knew what would come next. First the phone call then a military car with an officer and a Chaplain to console her in her grief. She had waited for this phone call. She had known for some time it would come. She. I felt my morning wood twitch. As I watched my long-haired blond bomb shell girlfriend. Her perky D cup breasts swelled braless against her tight white tank top, her hip bones stuck out slightly of her small short shorts she slept in every night. My eyes traveled down to her long toned sexy legs. My girlfriend was not skinny but she was in no way fat. Her laughter shook me from my stare as she watched me watch her, I looked up and smiled warmly at her. "Your beautiful Sarah."Her big green eyes. Ohh, when she pulled those strings and let them drop, I nearly lost it!” She grinned at me and started pulling the strings again, “You mean kind of like this?” She pulled them and pushed herself up just a little so she could pull them out from under her. I nearly died when I felt that shaved pussy against my cock! Michelle hung onto her panties and wrapped them around the back of my head, using them to pull my face toward hers. Our lips met and her tongue met mine as we kissed. While we were. You want to cum, don’t you, you little cumslut whore?” She nodded. “You like that word, don’t you-whore?” “Yes.” The word came trembling out, her eyes never leaving his. “Tell me you’re my whore…my dirty little whore.” She stared at him for a few seconds, her hand still in her crotch, and then whispered, “I’m your dirty fucking whore.” “And you want to cum, don’t you?” “Yes…yes, I want to cum so badly,” she said, her voice low. “But I need to touch myself…I need my fingers in me…” “Then do.