Sir with all do respect you know you and the LT. can’t let anyone know what’s going on. I won’t tell any one and you know that!I do 1st Sgt. Dis...issed.Yes sir. (The Color Guard went off with out any problem) Now Flesha was not all pretty and I didn’t even know why I wanted to date her. She was 5’5 and 120 pounds. She had long coal black hair and wear a 34b bra. She had a little tight ass.I didn’t tell any one that we wear dating. The only time I would talk to her was on the phone.One day I. She did it again and this time Paul bit his bottom lip to mask his discomfort but said nothing. Our "guest" gave him a challenging glance which quelled any resistance he might have had and her hand kept up her vigorous action.A warm glow flowed through my body as I watched her manipulate hubby and I thought to myself 'I could get to like you lady!' Before I could say anything she resumed her commentary. “Not many wives would let another woman suck their husband’s cock, not in public and. It was a four-mile long dirt road.My mother grew roses, very fragrant and large roses. She had a variety of colors.One day I picked the prettiest yellow rose, wrapped it in a wet paper towel, and took my photo album down the road to our neighbor.Mrs. Smith was older than my mother was, her husband worked at the local bank, and her children were in college or married.When she answered the door I handed her the rose and said, “I can take pictures of you that will make you look prettier than this. Ever since you threw up on my guestroom bed this place hasn’t been the same.” He headed for his bottle collection. “Care for a drink?”“Yes, please. A stiff one if you don’t mind.”“Coming up. Any preferences?”“Anything so long as it’s strong.”“How about a stiff brandy?” He handed her a snifter.“Fine.” She sipped from it and pressed her hand against her sternum.“Strong enough for you, honey?”She nodded. “Smooth ... Oh, God, Martin. Why do I have to have such awful luck when it comes to love? God.