.. I'm the one who sent you the gifts."She still said nothing which made me anxious. She finally said, "Do you want to come in?" Sure," I said.I follo...ed her into the den. She sat on one end of the couch and I sat on the other."You probably didn't expect it to be me," I said.She shook her head. I wished she'd talk."I ... I like you a lot," I said."Your name is Sam, right?" she asked."Yes." I felt a little disappointed that my name already faded from her memory.The situation remained awkward."I. There was a low key ceremony, held at Camp Kenyatta, when Colonel Jones and Training Team Kilo 92 team left for the UK. It was at this ceremony that I first saw Captain Saritta N'Kombu, or She Who Must Be Obeyed, as I named her.She had the look of that Ancient Egyptian Queen, Nefertiti; a small head on a swan like neck with a perfectly sculptured face, cheek bones like blades, a thin nose, full lips, large almond shaped eyes that you could float a battleship in they were so fathomless, and a. “See you guys later.”She left and Rita and I helped mom clean up the table and the dishes. Although Rita and I held a conversation and laughed and stuff mom seemed a little distant. Whenever we tried to bring her into a convo she’d casually laugh and go back to whatever she was doing.“Hey mom you ok? You seem a little out of it,” Rita said.“Yeah I’m fine, I just have a lot on my mind that’s all. The life of a married mother.”“That’s never bothered you before, come on mom, what’s going on?”She. Um, oh, sweet Jesus, no!" Yes, Jack, YES!"And then her mouth was on his succulent cock. She'd never sucked cock before. This was the way to begin. The ugly red shaft had momentarily made her hesitate, then she'd summoned up her courage. That long pillar of prick wasn't just any man's cock.It was her true love's prick. For him, she'd do anything. And all the books she'd illicitly read told of how much a man loved a woman sucking on his prick.They were all right.Jack's legs went rubbery in.