Just to assist. I don't want the Training Sergeant pissed at me, so please don't say anything about my training you. And besides, I'm barely ahead of ...you on the combat helmet's functions. It takes a while to learn – trust me on that." But..." Jeff injected, "under combat conditions, the mental aspects, though hard to learn, save time and free up your hands when time might very well save your life or that of others. And about the training. When you're in the Training Sergeant's class, whether. He entered the scene and as soon as he did my wife quit talking. As he made out with the white girl I watched my wife and I could see her tits slowly rise and fall because her breathing had gotten shallow. By her breathing alone I knew she she was aroused. We continued to watch and just to be reassured I asked my wife if "this" was okay and she looked over at me and said yes and turned her attention back to the TV.As the white girl and Ray Victory made out she went to her knees and began to. "There's nothing to be afraid of baby, I know what you are." She said soothingly, as she stroked my panty clad ass. "My, my, you are a naughty sissy. I can smell your cum. Did you cum all over my pretty gown? Roll over, show momma what you did." She was pulling my hip, and I felt powerless to stop her. I rolled onto my back, and as I did, my semi-erect, cum covered cock flopped up onto my panties, making a wet slapping noise. Giggling, in a slightly mocking tone she said "Well, you certainly. Lyle pressed against her from behind as Thomas' cockhead split her lips, pushing at her opening. She felt Lyle's long shaft nestled between her cheeks. "Oh, Andrea, you wonderful fucking slut!" Thomas snarled. Holding her still, he stood up straight, spearing his full length into her, filling her aching cunt with stiff flesh and she cried out as her body lifted with the penetration. Her other leg was pulled from the floor and her weight settled on the fuck meat inside her. Oh, fuck, standing.