At the moment, she was sitting on the edge of the washer. I also noticed, she was no longer wearing her tiny black thong either. And ... she had one o... my magazines in hand as she sat there reading it as I came wandering down."Last load is in now," she informed me. Along with the washer just then starting to head into the spin cycle, I could also hear the dryer still doing its thing. "Oh good! You're just in time!" She giggled seconds later."For what?" I asked."For this," she leered at me,. A tribute to the football gods was necessary. I scanned each face for leniency. Clearly we needed more team spirit and my hubby’s gesture was not enough. I had time. I offered to race upstairs and don my jersey; I would be back before the commercial ended. They conferred. They agreed but I needed to offer something in penance to appease the football gods. I scoffed and suggested shots. My mistake. They heartily and eagerly agreed. Belly shots it would be.In an instant I was lifted into the air. It made bulging walls of pure muscle out of the Marine recruits ... and could turn even the most butt-ugly concubine into a super-model. Maybe even more importantly, it could heal almost anything.Of course, the Marines all looked alike because that's how the Confederacy wanted them. Command preferred the Marines to all have the same basic body shape; it made it easy for a one-size-fits-all selection of active armor. To accommodate that, all Marines were augmented to stand about 2 meters tall. It became obvious as we kissed he was getting aroused as I felt the hardnessgrow against my thigh which I found myself pressing even harder into hiscrouch. I knew we had to stop but felt so good was nearly unable to pull awayas he dropped his hands down my back and across my rear as he grinded hismaleness into my body. If we kept it up much longer I knew we would not makeit to the restaurant and I did want to show myself off to the world. I slowlypulled away and dropped my hand to his hard on.