"Not everyone is cut out to be a Marine. Some of our offspring are going to be better suited to be Navy and others Fleet Auxiliary. Would any of you o...ject if your child decided to be a Civil Service officer, like young Redburn here, rather than a Marine? And I fully intend to have the base brats from Scott included in this Cadet scheme. Now, uniforms." He thought for a moment. "Any ideas?" By your leave, Colonel," requested Samantha. The colonel nodded. "AI, please give me a 3D model to work. . and action." Still in my seat, as Carl continued to massage his cock, I said, "Are you all right Mr. Ashton, is there something wrong?" Carl turned his towards me, a serious look on his handsome tanned face, and said " Yeah Doc, I've got one hell of a hard on, if I don't fuck someone soon I'm gonna explode." I stood up and rested my hands on his solid thighs and said, "Well, we can't have you doing that now can we. Why don't you fuck me?" Without waiting for a response, I placed my hand on. I didn't know how to take that. I mean, I appreciated him looking, but there was a big difference between being ogled by a middle-aged businessman at one of Mom's cocktail parties and being given the once-over by the same kind of person while we were on what I kept thinking of as a date. I wondered when it had gone from 'dinner' to 'date' in my mind."Well, you wear them beautifully," he said.I smiled and tried not to blush. I'm a sucker for flattery, even the total-BS kind.The hostess showed us. She enjoyed showing them off from time to time and yes, I masturbated to that image burned in my brain multiple times. I was shy back then, with my bad acne, my wire frame, and was a closet bisexual. I wasn't planning on going to my senior prom until Denise had asked me. About a month out, I was giving Denise a ride home from school. She was jamming to the new tunes I was listening to at the time. But this time she reached over and started rubbing my package. I almost drove into the ditch and I.