I felt sure she was in the mood for ass fun, but to my surprise she slid away from me and sat up. "Lie on your stomach," she said.Aha, so this is what... she has in mind, I thought. Once in a while she gets so into the idea of ass play that she wants to give it back to me, like she did after that first time I fucked her ass. She slid a pillow into place and I straightened my hard cock under me so it was comfortable.Then she climbed on top of me and began kissing my neck. The full weight of her was. "Morning," she said, as she poured a second cup, handing it to him.Jeff saw that she was wearing an old t-shirt and could not help but notice that she was not wearing a bra. He sighed as his eyes drifted down her body and stopped at her bare thighs."Nice hair," he said, with a smirk, after raising his eyes."Lovely, isn't it? It took me all night to get it to look like this," she said, mocking her bed head."What flavor is this coffee?" he asked, taking his first sip."It's a breakfast blend I. After shooting a decent sized load, he drifted off to sleep.The five-foot-eleven brotha was up just before the C.O.s came around to announce it was time for breakfast. He brushed his teeth and went to the mess. He slopped down his tray that consisted of nonfat milk, raisin bran cereal, a peanut butter packet, a g**** jelly pouch, apple breakfast bar, and two slices of thin white bread. Next, he headed off to take a shower and get dressed.Once he was situated, he walked outside to the warehouse. Colonel Turpin had quickly disabused the Lieutenant of the idea that the gun fairy would come along passing out weapons like he was handing out candy.Equipment always brought its own challenges. He’d been informed about trucks with flat tires, trucks that needed gasoline, and trucks that wouldn’t start. He wondered if officers had the same issues back in the good old days when carts were pulled by horses and mules.There were always idiots in any division and he had his share. Five men had been.