‘The Navy Seal, Sir.’ The doctor rolled his eyes. ‘Oh, him,’ he said as if stabbing him in his back with a scalpel. He’s no longer a Chief P...tty Officer. He’s no longer a Navy Seal. He’s no longer in the military. And I no longer want him in my hospital. My hospital is only for heroes and not for traitors. Prepare the discharge papers for my signature,’ said Major Adams with a wave of his hand. The Navy nurse saluted her commanding officer. ‘Yes, Sir,’ said the nurse turning on her heels to. I took the cue, reaching between us and strumming along the top and sides of her pussy. A free hand reached into the top of her suit, found a hard nipple and squeezed. "Just don't...finish, baby." But I was too close. As I saw the beach approaching out the window, I shoved mom deep against my cock, bottoming out inside. She wrenched violently against the seat in front of us, but continued rocking as streams of hot cum filled her pussy. A beautiful girl next to us looked over at the commotion. ‘Follow me’. He barely glanced at my lips before signing ‘okay’. The basement really did need a good old sorting out. I later found out that Martin was just the man for the job. Unafraid of dirty toil he was very grateful for the job. Fiercely independent, he resented anyone drawing attention to his disability and he was soon proving just how special he really was. It was so dark down there and the half light was hardly illuminating the confined spaces. Without really knowing it I found myself. Songs of lost love made my heart ache. It was almost sad yet beautiful, emotional, impactful.I swirled single malt Scotch in a cut-crystal glass making the ice cubes tinkle, a sound I loved. Taking a sip of amber ambrosia, eighteen years of sherry cask aging slipped down my throat with smooth coolness blossoming into heat as it reached my stomach, The Dalmore Scotch from the Northern Highlands leaving smoky peat on my palate and dried fruit in my nose. It was the perfect drink for the ambiance,.