"You can come in if you'd like," she said in a matter-of fact manner like it was no big deal. "There is a bottle of wine in the mini-bar, and I'm not ...ired."We finished the bottle. A slow song from our high school days came on the oldies station playing in the background. I took her hand and pulled her from the chair. She threw her arms around my neck. Our bodies melded together and swayed to the music. We barely shuffled our feet. She looked up at me. Our lips brushed together and parted. Our. Annuals. Ho-Jon thanks you, Cpl. Klinger thanks you, and I thank you." He said with a smile as he backed out of the tent.Hawkeye then crossed the compound to the swamp, slapping a nurse on her butt as he walked. He didn't even turn around as she yelped, then turned to see Hawkeye as the perpetrator, and wiggled her butt.Entering the swamp, a triumphant smile on his lips, Hawkeye addressed Trapper who was reclining on his bunk. "No applause please, I have just sold a raffle ticket to Lt. Maria. Now, on the other hand, if you snap your widdle fingers together, threetimes, right now, Mommy will take all that nasty stuff off of you, andtuck Mike into beddy-byes. Snap once for Mommy to go on, and threetimes for Mommy to quit." I stood there, raging hard-on in my panties(MY panties?) and then, slowly, snapped my fingers, once.Mommy clapped and giggled like a little girl, and then told me that shehad some questions for me, that I could answer by nodding my head yes,or shaking no. "Are. Before shecould tell him to slow down, she exploded in his mouth. Grabbing hishead, she held it down over her swollen clit until she collapsed fromher ultimate release.She lay back on the bed breathing heavy, trying to get her rhythm back."That was nice," she expressed. "You've done this before." That and a whole lot more," he joked."Give me a minute to recover, okay?" she requested.Roberto/Stephan replied, "Okay, but just a minute. Look what you've doneto me," pointing to the stiff six-inch.