I’m halfway done, and the Mickey Mouse bullshit will be at a minimum now that I’ll be a midshipman second-class - what you civilians call a ‘Jun...or’,” she smirked. “In my final year, I get to dish it out!”“When do you find out your assignment?” I asked.“Not until close to the end of my last year. Hey, did you see your friend got to play in the NFL?”“For one season,” I said. “He played for the LA Raiders, but he was assigned to the Guided Missile Cruiser California, which is in the Indian Ocean,. Masters and his two companions had actually been with Mosconi when theend came. Christ, he was standing right there beside the very car theywere driving now when the lead started flying, turning him into anunrecognizable pulp before he hit the ground. Two of the car's windowshad been all shot to hell before they could screech away from the curb,and there were some suspicious brown stains across the rear seat whichvividly told of Benny Mosconi's violent passing.And yeah, Atlanta was too hot to. She wiggled her backside, gently pressing it against my hardness then pulling away again.I slid my hand from her waist to her flattish stomach, still relishing the warm silkiness of her nightdress under my fingers. My thumb brushed the little mound that was her left breast. I cupped it and kneaded its firm form.Through the window from next door's garden came the subdued but slightly agitated voices of a man and a woman. Aunt Anne had briefly introduced me to them earlier that week. They were in. Her fingers trembled slightly at the first touch, but she steeled herself and made small movements, following the line of my labia. Fearful of disturbing her moment I lay still apart from my rhythmic stroking of her thigh. I had moved slightly higher and now with each stroke, I was touching the bottom her of her panties. She was also getting bolder, her fingers pressing more insistently and parting my lips to find the wetness inside. With my free hand, I tried to tug my panties off, and I felt.