Suddenly, she was asking me, pleading, begging to stop. Oh, god; that felt too god, please stop now, please now.It was not my first time and had no cl...ue, what went wrong in her but I quickly stepped back, saying: I am sorry. No, Nestor; please don’t be, you did not do anything wrong. I think I had an extremely powerful mini orgasm. She was in a kind of panic mode and pulled down her sweater, saying that if we do not stop right away, she was sure to be begging me to fuck her in a very short few. " Lt. Nichols had walked up behind Christopher while I had been talking. "He sees vulnerabilities the rest of us don't, and he has my confidence. Is that clear, Sergeant?"I looked up at the LT, "Thank you ma'am. Could you see to the maintenance boys getting on the new system? I don't want to take it out until our guys get done with it. I wouldn't trust those 1st Cav mechanics as far as I could spit." When she nodded at me I looked around the table and everyone was finished eating, except of. We knew about it. It was the second reason, after the stench, why during the whole tour only two soldiers of our Regiment went with local girls. They reported their comrades the worst sexual experience of their whole life. The poor girls were not simply dirty and smelling beyond tolerance: they were like dead corpses during coupling, since they were simply not feeling anything, and nobody could ever teach them how to fake… But you can’t ever criticize that tradition, since it was a religious. We sat there sweating and giggling, glad to be free of the pent up randiness. Oh, … and before I forget. Lesson 3 - Do it like you mean it!! I was now completely oblivious to the others and lay back with a self satisfied look on my face. I finished my Spanish Rioja and took off to shower away the smell of glorious rampant sex. J followed and we flirted hopelessly in the shower, soaping each others delicious naked bodies as we planted little butterfly kissed all over each other. I still felt.