Megan moaned loudly, and I saw that some of the girls were bothered by what was going on. But at the same time, none of them made a move to leave. The... didn’t want to be here, but at the same time they didn’t want to miss this. As I turned back to Megan, I saw out of the corner of my eye that one of them started to play with herself. “AJ, AJ…slow…oh god.” Megan’s plea disappeared in her moans of pleasure. Tyler pinched her right nipple hard, and Megan gasped sharply. “Uggh, don’t stop, don’t. There’s an axe handle leaning against the wall behind him.“Thank you, Sir. I appreciate it.” There’s something about him, the way he looks at my uniform. “You served?”“1967 to 1968. Pleiku in ‘Nam.” His face darkens. “Different shithole, same shit.” He eyes my ribbon rack critically. “Guess you’ve seen a few shitholes.”“A few.”He nods toward Malone. “He said you didn’t have to do this.”“Like I told him. We all have to do this.”A terse, joyless smile. “Thanks anyway. You have a bugler?”“He’s. We continue to kiss as the sun sets over us. You run your hand down my leg and I feel my stomach turn with excitement. I lean into your kiss and run my hand through your hair as you grab my leg and pull it over you so that I’m sitting on your lap straddling you. You put both your hands on my butt and move me closer so that I am sitting right over your penis. I start to slowly move my hands down to your chest and your stomach feeling your muscles contract as you squeeze my body. I slip my hands. After a dozen or so "no choices", it wasn't an issue anymore. Also, I ration my cums or they become pathetic, so there's often nothing of mine to taste anyway. After a particularly long session I'm often so drained that there's almost nothing to taste of myself. That's especially true if I haven't recharged after the previous session, which I hadn't after last night's four-hour fun.Meanwhile, at the other end of my body, Katelin was doing her thing. Delightfully rhythmically too, probably.