I exclaimed, "Shit!" I pulled my hands out from under Stacie's shirt."What's wrong, Tiger?" Then she felt my dick deflate. "Oh! I'm sorry, was that to... much?"I said meekly, "yEs" I got up to go to the bathroom to try to clean the mess out of my pants. I cleaned the cum up as best I could. My sticky, cold boxers clung to my groin. I had a big wet spot on my pants. I slinked back to my seat, embarrassed at my appearance.Stacie grabbed me and started kissing me again. I opened my mouth and. "We will be leaving at 12:01 AM Pacific time on the 4th of July," Zandra told her."That only gives us a little over a month," Miranda said. "There is an existing OP Plan for this. I helped your parents and the others draw it up before they left, but they didn't envision leaving in that short a time." Yes, but we can do it, and we will do it!" Zandra told her with new enthusiasm.The plan was pulled up on the classified computer and printed out. Miranda and her experienced staff immediately went. In fact that was our primary reason for being. We were the United States most lethal weapon in the cold war; its most effective first strike deterrent. The knowledge that if we were ordered to fire our missiles at any enemy location meant that all hell had broken loose and most likely the world was close to Armageddon; it was a very sobering thought.It's amazing how quickly you fall into a routine when you're on board a submarine. Each "morning" (when you're underwater there's no difference. You again turn, but your eyes only fleetingly recognize my presence before again turning, your back now towards me as I languish in the curves of your body, sleek, taut and refined. A second shoulder appears, both shoulders bare now, hands once again embracing yourself, wrapping yourself in an imagined lovers embrace. Though I cannot as yet see, I know that your breasts are now bare. The image of twin capped peaks so tantalizingly close, yet hidden as desire mounts, needs increase. Yet I sit,.