Go to the MVA and check about a license to drive a truck, get Mom to give me the password for the computer, pick up local papers to look for a job. Go...over finances to see what I had saved and what I had that I could spend. I had been pretty stingy with my money the last 10 years. I had used Uncle Sam to the max and I had stayed away from all the traps that most GIs fall into. I expected I wouldn't be forced to get a job right away. Jake had invested it for me. He always seemed to have some. The blood drained out of her face and she looked shocked. Most people did when they found out. At least it sobered her up and shut her mouth. After the play, I took her home and walked her to her door. I thanked her for the lovely evening and then shook her hand before she let herself in. She was shaken and the handshake told her that I had no interest in a second date.I avoided talking to anyone at work for a few days until her friend cornered me and asked me about it. “She didn’t tell you?” I. It was a picture taken by Cattie of her sister’s pussy filled with a fair sized dildo stretching her wide. The latex cock was about the same girth as my own dick which swelled with the thought of feeling her sheath surround my ever eager member. The text read, “Can’t wait to have the real thing,” followed by a smiley face. I found myself again masturbating to the picture of the best pussy on earth. Yeah, I am biased, but what can I say? Her seventeen year old body was tailor made just to fill. The wetness of her pussy. The taste of her mouth. His cock jerked, causing him to groan with need. His thoughts were interrupted as there was a knock on the door. Mum? "Can I come in?" She asked. "S-sure." Mark answered nervously as he switched on his bedside lamp. He watched her as she came and sat on the edge of the bed. He noticed that she was wearing the same floral dressing gown that she wore the night she visited him. He found his throat going dry as he noticed how it moulded around her.