Robin dropped the bag and wrapped her arms around her friend. Crying into his shoulder as she said, "He was fucking her!"Puzzled, Jack enquired, "Who ...as fucking whom?"Robin cried some more and then choked out, "Sam! I came home early from work and he was fucking Brandy right there in our bedroom."Having never been this close to his friend, Jack awkwardly put his arms around Robin and held her, as he muttered to himself, "God, I hope he used a condom."After a few minutes, when she had stopped. I wanted him so badly. I pulled down the straps of my sundress, exposing my breasts to him. He seemed taken back by it, if not a bit angry. I knew instantly that I had overstepped my bounds. “You come with me-NOW!” he said sternly as he grabbed my arm. I quickly pulled the straps back up, covering myself again. We walked towards another male officer and he said something to him in Chinese. The other man smiled, nodded, and smiled at me. I knew I was in trouble. The question was how much trouble. My wife had never really demonstrated any interest in how I spent my time, although she was capable of the odd biting remark "off to play with your tiny dick" or "I bet you can't even satisfy yourself, never mind a woman" the latter remark was closer to reality than she could have known. I was now gooning so much I regularly lost the ability to get an erection irrespective of how many hours thinking about cocks, balls and ass licking I did.While I was very careful about password protection,. He was six feet two, with the sort of body you get from tons of cardio and pumping it in the gym. He had a nicely trimmed stubble, blue eyes and a strangely soothing voice. I was virtually running for my vibe after his talk. You can imagine the atmosphere in the changing room after our first training session under our new coach. We hadn’t exactly forgotten about Miss Cavendish, but losing her was less of a blow all of a sudden. We were 17 and 18 and our hormones were pinging round our young.