I turned to Mike.“Kiss it Mike,” I said, “It’s the only way you’ll know for certain that’s what you want.”He looked at me, trying to mak...e sure I was serious. I just nodded my head down toward my cock to encourage him. He leaned over, his head hovering over my growing cock, he took his time, obviously wondering if it was really what he wanted. Eventually he moved that small distance further and I felt his lips brush against my manhood.It sent an unbelievable thrill through my body. My cock. My face is red, my hair in total disarrayand, oh God, my nipples are totally showing. I look down, half-expecting to seethe stain on my crotch from all the cunt juice, butmercifully nothing there? yet. No time, I have to run. I try to control my pace as I descend thestairs, there is no sense in looking like I am in a hurry to get there, right?Let?s just hope no one notices my breathing and my hairstyle and? those nipplesthat just won?t go soft. There he is, my husband, there he is. And,oh God,. I was assigned to work with the ill-fated peace keeping group—the International Control Commission—which accomplished absolutely nothing during their brief tenure—and simply walked off the job one day in frustration under the leadership of the Canadian contingent. Of course all R&R trips had long since ended so I didn’t get to go anywhere cool and get laid. During the last three months I was the maintenance officer for a detachment of Hueys in support of the gaggle of Canadian, Hungarian,. I wore baggy khaki pants with a blue collared shirt with blue shoes.I grabbed my bag, walked outside which was little lit ,And walked to the bush by my window. I didn't see anything at first but looked closer to see prints of what looked like dog feet but bigger than a dog. And there was only two prints then it faded into the grass. I looked around and saw nothing but I knew something was watching him but couldn't tell what it was. I shrugged it off"probably nothing" I said trying to reassure.