. . drift away . . . As he drifted in the tidal streams of memory, surrounded by the echoes of another life very much like his own, he suddenly though... of his father, and the incongruity of the thought jolted Burnett. As he sat looking at the sea of tables and chairs peppered with navy blue uniforms, out of the blue he could just make out his father’s voice. All the dedicated young faces arrayed before him reminded him of something his father had once told him, and the need to hear his father’s. Although Claude had always loved to surprise her at such times. After she had relaxed.Nothing.She risked a quick glimpse.Sawyer was half out of his seat, reaching for his friend- but frozen in place. Watching her.Zack was only a few feet back. He visibly focused on breathing- on calming down.And that scared her more than the anger. Punishments that were thought out were always infinitely worse than acts committed in the heat of the moment.Her frightened eyes met Sawyer's for an instant before. When he finally shut off the camera, Gary offered Kelly a towel or a shower, her choice. She declined both. She was perfectly happy as she was.Kelly sat on the floor between us and watched the rest of the movie. Gary and I were, literally, drained. We had been hard and building up to that release for hours. We eventually went up to the fridge to select a beer of choice. He thanked me for spending the time and sharing Kelly. I assured him that I certainly had a blast but it was Kelly’s choice to. A pinch here, a twist there. Now engorged and feeling every slight touch I'm journey down my stomach. My fingertips find my bare mound. A flashback of your face buried in this very place has me splaying my legs as wide as I can. The crush of cool air hits my warm wet center and goosebumps fill my skin causing my already painfully hard nipple to get harder. The pain is so pleasurable I reach down and collect some of my juices and rub it onto my erect nipples. My right hand is already.