" So you're going to file for divorce, Yancy," I told him. "You can keep everything save her clothes and jewelry. Tonight, she's going to come home, p...ack her bags and leave. You will not try to stop her or hurt her in anyway." Fine," he sobbed."Oh yes, you're wife's going to make me cum, soon," Mary purred. "Oh, her tongue is so amazing. She's lapping at my clit right now while she shoves two fingers up my cunt. And Mark is fucking her so hard her asscheeks are jiggling."Willow let out a. "Oh god, Tommy, this is so hot! I'm already about to have an orgasm! Do me hard, Baby! Fuck me hard!"I grabbed her hips and began pulling her into me as I slammed forward. She kept squeezing her vaginal muscles down making me have to push hard for total penetration. The feeling was over the top and I knew I wouldn't be able to make it last even five minutes. Way too soon I gasped, "Oh jeez, here it comes, lover! Are you ready for me?" Just go for it! I'm already there! UNH! UNH! UNH! AAH!. "Thanks Ned," I said, hoping he would hear the sincerity in my voice.Dale decided I needed more than an academic tutor to bring me up to speed. He assigned Craig the responsibility of teaching me fundamentals of what he called military bearing. In short, Craig was to keep me out of demerit trouble, an assignment he resented having. I wasn't too happy about it either. I still blamed him for the bed demerit.My roommates wished me well as they shuffled out of the room on Friday evening, dressed in. But not just any cargo hauler or waste of talent—Amy had flown fighter jets. A very small part of her sometimes wondered if her parents would have been proud of her for her accomplishments.Amy hadn't been abandoned, her father had died from a drug overdose when she was still in the womb. Her mother died a few days after childbirth from complications. According to her adoption records, her mother had held her and been conscious long enough to name her Amy. But both of her parents had been poor.