.but these days I need my women to put forth more of an effort."Holly pumped his cock faster, up and down, gripping him tightly. The two stood face to...face, angry with one another, each refusing to concede anything. "You're hard as a rock. It seems this is working well enough for you." She told him still seething, even as she continued to stroke his rock hard cock."I wake up this hard, woman. Get on your knees and show me what you can really do." He ordered. She hid her surprise well. Up to. His name was Ron. About 5'8" mid dark complexion, muscular, and about a solid 8 inches. And FAT. Our left friend, Jay, was taller and lighter. His dick was a solid solid 7". Eventually Ron was on his knees kissing her body and rubbing her pussy. She said I want to fuck you to Ron. He sat in a chair, leaned back, and she mounted his fat cock. Even with her pussy soaking wet, it was tough to cram his dick in. She kept trying and finally it disappeared in her shaved pussy and her head fell back. It’s important for our survival on and off the battlefield.”“I hope I don’t offend you, but are you gay?”“No.”“Do you have a girlfriend?”“For six long years, I did. It was my M16 rifle.”“But you were never with a girl all that time?”“When my buddies and I were on furlough, we would go to bars and have drinks with girls. Some of the guys would disappear and sleep with them. I enjoyed the girls’ company, but wanted nothing to do with that.”“So does that mean you’re still a virgin?”“Gosh, you. She knew I was married and still, she was offering me an opportunity of a lifetime.“You know that I am married,” I shot back.“Yes,” she replied. “All the better. I know you don’t mess around.”Her name was Tara Lynn. She was the new effervescent, bubbly, and very sexy apartment leasing agent in the office at the apartment complex where we lived.“So why would I want to check out your apartment?” I casually asked after handing her my rent check.“I don’t know,” she coyly replied, “I am just curious.