After six years the driveway back to my home site was finally completed and would support a heavily loaded delivery truck. A forty-by-forty gravel pad... was also laid out. I had a well pounded and a very expensive set of foundation piers dug out and concreted in, for a forty-by-thirty foot cabin/house The well was inside the wall layout. I wasn't going to have electricity run to the place. I was going with a manual pump. I gave up drinking and most every other form of entertainment to pay for. "I gotta breathe." Sorry," I said. I was being selfish." I rolled off of her and we both sat up, still naked, I looked at her. "I guess we better dress before one of those theater guys comes around with his flashlight."She nodded. "Yeah, I guess so," she said.We spent the next month seeing each other almost every day. We managed to screw maybe half a dozen times during the month, and then I was off to basic and eventual posting to carrier duty. I was in the Navy for four years. Home base was. It was beautiful, watching her enjoy giving him head. But after 2 years of such relations, when I even started calling him her husband, because he was fucking her more than I was, I wanted to see more of their sex abilities and skills. I wanted to see this well equipped stud fuck this slut woman! “Fuck her mouth!” I yelled. He started moving a bit deeper in her mouth. “I want to see you fuck her face” I commanded. He took her head by hands and started thrusting his cock deep in her mouth. Hard. The thug was like a kid who'd discovered his Father's French postcard collection. "He's gone to the 'other side, ' spying!" I knew he'd be out there somewhere. But where?" he asked the man. He seemed deflated."Gandesa... I think. My informants aren't sure... your man does what he likes and doesn't tell anyone," he said, almost apologetically."Well, of course he does!" Rhykov told the man, frustrated. "He's a bloody spy, for Christ's sake!" They say he's due back... sometime!"Rhykov threw up his.