Golden was waiting with a corporal and grinned as she led me out, “I am in the sniper recon platoon now.”I glanced at her and smiled, “what is t...he gossip?”She snorted, “We are heading out on the Granger for regimental sweeps.”I nodded since I had heard a rumor, “It is routine.”Golden grinned, “Routine can kill you ... sir.”I grinned and stopped with her as she nodded to a small platoon office. She looked into my eyes, “See you tonight?”I looked around and bent to kiss her softly, “Since you are. ”“Well, Mr Flowers, that’s not part of the normal in-flight service, but for you I’ll make an exception.” I smiled and as he raised his hips and pulled down his boxers, then quickly popped an ice cube from his drink into my mouth. Kneeling by his seat, in the dark of the aircraft aisle, I gently took his rock solid member and brought my lips to its tip, allowing the ice cube to rub against his precum, making it glisten in the dull light. Adam gasped at the sensation and as my eyes met his I. My husband photographed me all the time, some he forwarded to various " Readers' Wives"publications, a few of which were published in Fiesta, Razzle, etc. On this morning a large envelope dropped onto the mat addressed to me. After opening it I was a little shocked to find three, quite explicit, letters from guys who had found my photos in the mags and wanted to tell me how much they enjoyed them. One guy called Ted asked if I would be interested in allowing him to take some photos of his own.I. She pulled her tits off me just enough to grab me in her right hand, taking over the jacking motion and expertly squeezing me for maximum cum volume.The second shot hit Adrienne in the upper chest, and then her hand took over the aiming as she carefully made sure I left sperm deposits in a big semi-circle around her neck.When I was done, I sagged back into the couch seat, panting for breathe while Adrienne observed her handiwork (er, titwork). She stuck a finger into a stray line of cum on her.