His hand grasped his fully swollen member as he stroked it in front of Gail. She smiled approvingly. “What are you waiting for Big Boy?” Her hands... slowly caressing her exposed breasts and wetting her lips. Stroking his massive cock as he had done many times before at the sounds of her moans through the wall, he remembered how badly he wanted to push deep inside her wanton, tight wet pussy with all he had. Gail’s passion grew as she began to slide her hand between her legs watching Tom stroke. And then I felt her hand atop mine and I heard her voice, barely a whisper."Don't waste it, Mitchell. I really need it."All my thoughts, my inhibitions crumbled. The walls of my fortress fell under the cannonade of her whisper. The soft touch of her hand on mine, and on my cock, became a bridge to span the moat protecting my self-taught set of morals. I was suddenly tired of protecting Mom's 'honor' when she didn't want it to be protected. I had fucked my girlfriend Charleen just a few hours. My war was more recent.”“Maybe you knew each other in Washington. Mr. Wilcox used to work there.”Confused, I asked, “Where in Washington, the only time I was there was to visit my ex-wife, in Seattle. That was a long time ago.”“Not Washington state, Washington DC. Mr. Wilcox worked for the justice department.”“Well, that pretty much chinches it. The closest I’ve been to DC was Fort Bragg. And to tell you the truth, even that was probably too close.”“What did you do after the army?” She. “Any Lube?” Andy asked. His guide barked orders and a guy appeared with a can of Wal Mart 10W30 grade car engine oil.“Any good?” The guy asked.“Only if you got some rubber gloves I don’t want that on my hands,” Andy quipped.Now it ain’t easy shoving a metal cylinder nine inches long and three round up some guy’s ass hole without them co operating, even when slathered in good old car engine oil. In the end they had to put a face mask on the gook and cut off his air until he passed out before.