”“Destroyer off the port bow!” a yell rings out.Tong curses to himself. His career is on the line and without any means of communication this ba...tle will end too soon. Unless...”Dedicate a group to do a search of the ship. I want people in engineering working to get communications up and running. Get someone up on deck with flags. I want the Hai Tien and Fu Hsing to cover for us. Concentrate all fire on that destroyer. And switch to Battle Formation Tango with the remaining ships.”“On it,. Martha stared lazily at me, still stirring her glass as she responded. "Oh, we had a very difficult day; lots of hard work, poor Janet was quite exhausted by dinner time. Poor thing, she was so out of it I had to undress her for bath and bed." I grunted, trying to set aside the picture of small Martha man-handling my wife's body (or more likely woman-handling) as I chewed my food."So," she continued after a pause, "have you thought about last night?" I stopped chewing and looked at her. Two bottles of wine in my hands. Nervous as fuck. My knees trembling. My hands shaking. I had to pull everything together. I needed a few attempts to knock at the door. She opened. Only wearing a long bathrobe. No make up. Her hair tied to a knot on the back of her had. She ordered me in. And gave me a lecture:”Second rule. Always address me as mistress. Now drop your cloths. And stand still.”I did. Stood there. Naked. In her hallway. Then she did it. Dropped her robe. My eyes nearly flew out. I awaited Badger's presence. Like the overture his fuck would rise to a crescendo with the guns blasting at about the same time as he presented me with his final deep thrust, when he grunted and groaned and I knew he was there. But for now I felt so much warmer as he gradually slipped his wonderful surging cock inside me. There was an instant warmth which felt so good and soothing. He stirred it inside about half way into me and already I could feel his throb. Unlike Kelly who fucked me last.