" They do" rumbled Morg as he stalked over to the now tensing woman "I'm Morg Windsor and that pair are Ivy Sorensen and TJ Hobson. Partnered up yet?"...Deity, you don't waste any time do you? No, I'm not partnered up as you put it and I'm not looking either." You don't have to look, I've put my lock on you. Now let's find the Mess Hall, I haven't eaten for twenty hours and it's supper time."Morg grabbed Pat's hand as she tried to retreat and he led them back outside with Pat protesting at every. Like Silva I had not really experienced all that life had to offer. While notnecessarily conscience of my desires, I had a secret driving me. One that Ifought from time-to-time but one I wanted to experience. Cynthia wanted both Silva and I to call her Cyn. She said it made her feelcloser to people and more relaxes. She shared that she had been raised in astrict house and later married a minister. He had expected her to do all ofthe "minister's wife things". After her last child reached age 18. It had room for four mags, so I slipped the rest into the pockets on the corduroy jacket that had been furnished to cover the holster. I drew several times and made a couple more adjustments, then finished dressing. I went to one knee and picked up the aluminum case that was an exact replica of the one we had shipped out. Hell, it even had a burn mark on it along with the dents and scratches. All in all it looked like a case that was many years old and had been through the wars. I had ordered. I could see the effect this had on Lori as each time her legs would tighten and shake slightly. Every fourth or fifth trip up and down with her tongue, Renee would slip her tongue deep inside Loris dripping hole and lick out the sweet juices. Was this my wife? I could not believe what I was seeing. My wife had her face buried in another womans crotch right in front of me, on our bed. You would think I would be jealous or hurt or something but instead I was full of excitement. For the first.