My thoughts were racing: I had just fucked my own mother twice … and she was totally unawares that that I’d done it! My mind relived the scene ...and the ecstasy of twice squirting a load of cum in my own mother’s pussy. I knew it was wrong and how bad it was for me to be doing it, but I also knew that I wanted to do it again and again. I also proved to myself that I could do whatever I wanted to do to her whenever she was drunk like that. I drifted off to sleep that night, planning what I’d. To this day Chung still got a laugh from it all.When Gunny dropped me back off at my hooch, I spent about a half hour cleaning my 16 making sure everything was up to snuff. I put my vest on loading the pockets with mags and hanging a few grenades and headed for the motor pool to sign out a truck. The Corporal on duty recognized me immediately greeting me respectfully and gave me a small truck saying it was full of gas and had just been to the shop to have it gone over. I signed for it and. " The cost of the meals comes from the painting donations, and it costsabout $75 a week for each of the 200. That comes to $15,000 a week, asizeable part of the take from the donation box. The Deacon has askedif we can continue this, or if it is too onerous, for the church. Iwould like to make a motion that we continue this," Gary said."I would like to second that motion," Rachael said. "The Army does alot for the church, and the town. Just the parking work they do onSundays is a godsend. I'll. Faster."Aren't you going to answer her?" Jean-Luc whispered tauntingly in my ear. I shook my head.The fear, the excitement, the sounds, the sensations. I pushed even higher on tip-toe, wound up like a spring in a toy that had been turned too far and was about to break.The pent-up connection rose higher and higher."Marcy, you're marvelous," Jean-Luc said. And then detonated.I struggled to catch my breath while watching Bevvie turn around and go back to the beach."Phew," I whispered."Phew is.