“He just kept hitting me because I fought back and wouldn’t let him.”“He’s lucky there are police guards; that’s all I have to say.”“I... have some on my stomach and legs. I want to show you.”“I don’t think I need to see them,” I protested.She pulled the gown away and I saw ugly marks on her small breasts where she’d obviously been roughly pawed. She had bruises on her sides, and, as I’d been told, on the insides of her thighs. I seriously wanted to go two rooms over and kill the guy, but there. It’s probably about that last trap of yours. A flying pig could’ve landed with more finesse than you.”“The rest of the pilots started laughing at my retort as I left my squadron’s ready room and made my way through the aircraft carriers maze of passageways to the C.O.’s cabin. I knocked on the door and heard “Enter”I entered the space, popped to attention and said “Cdr. Gemoules reporting as ordered skipper.”“Have a seat Gem.” The skipper told me.As I sat I nodded to my XO and the chaplain,. My god, she looked sexy laying there under me with sweat on her 63 year old face, gasping for breath, and still pushing her pelvis at me as if to say, Ya got any more of that white stuff for me? As we dallied after cumming, she got a kick out of my grabbing her by the ankles and sucking on her toes with my cock still planted inside of her. In fact, we had quite a long conversation still hooked together, basking in the afterglow and making our plans to do this again and again. True to her word,. She said yes.The planning started. Then Murphy decided that a cheating fiancé wasn’t joke enough, I got testicular cancer. The surgery and chemo were terrible, but Sally was there through it all. She kept saying that it just delayed the plans, not ruined them.The cancer was caught early, but I lost a testicle and was rendered sterile. I was and am not impotent, just sterile. After a year of being cancer-free, we started planning again. Murphy decided to leave me alone.Another small delay was.