It was like living a filthy little dream. The whole night was amazing, including Claire herself. I was going to have to savor the memory, because it w...s never going to happen again. (Read My Sweet Clairette for the full story.) If there was any solace that I could take from things, it was that even though Claire was out of the picture, there was another woman from the dating line that I spoke to about drinking piss. I’d actually spoken to her about a week before I met Claire. Suddenly I was. The drive to school was a long blow by blow of Ellie’s dress shopping. I was just glad that I was saved from that hell.The day went by as usual. Some days just kind of flow by with no rhyme or reason. I used the bathroom excuse to get to JROTC early.I knocked on 1stSgt Gibbs door and got the usual “In”. He looked up from his desk.“What can I do for you Badzinski?”“It’s about the note you left for me with Mr. Pope.”“Oh. You’re not wanting to back out on the extra training, are you? Your. ”Shaking, my pussy flooded already, I lowered my head and took Brian’s cock deep into my mouth. Bra and panties removed PJ slid his cock, slowly this time, deep into my arse. It didn’t take long and I was ramming back on PJ as hard as he was now ramming into me as our orgasms approached. Brian gave one last thrust and penetrated my throat to shoot his load as PJ and I come together in a final explosion.I sank to the floor. My pussy was sopping wet and throbbing with need. “The Pizza will be. They had a variety of salads, prime rib, racks of baby back ribs, or salmon with baked potatoes and corn on the cob for everyone. We had a choice of a brownie, ice cream, an apple tart or warm berry cobbler with ice cream. I chose the cobbler. Nothing hits the spot like that on a cold winter night.We had ninety minute offensive and defensive meetings after dinner. The athletic department set up one of our conference rooms so people could watch the Alamo Bowl. A few people did. More people.