Finally, prosperity. Time, and past pay records (with only minor withdrawals) finally caught up with me. Back pay came through, and I was flush. I bou...ght a car, a 1951 Ford Tudor. $200.00. Try that one for your first car. Proud Pappy!! Now I can offer my friends and various and sundry acquaintances a 1 mile ride from the barracks to the Supply Department, and back. Also, I don’t have to pay the exorbitant fee of Y100 to catch a taxi! (Actually, it was just about a wash, as gas was only .09c on. He wasn’t nearly as thin as Skylar – he probably had close to a thirty-two inch waist and a nice bubble butt. I didn’t necessarily like fucking bubble butts, but for this cutie I’d make an exception. Both guys had their shirts off now, and I noticed a few bruising marks around Skylar’s nipples that I guess were hickeys. As they continued to tongue worship my cock, my pre-cum was now flowing while I ran my fingers through their long straight hair. “Let’s go to my room” was one of the last. We married one year later.Phil is rich. We use to make fun of it, calling him Philthy Rich. He does not like that. Phil can be amazingly insecure for a guy as witty and naturally suave as he is.I love Mary very much. We are like sisters. I like Phil too, but I also find him a self-centered ass at times. I can't ever say that. It would hurt Mary. And it might make her think I am a jealous bitch. Which I am not, I think.Back then, as now, Phil was very attentive and charming. He always flirted. "I always like very cold milk, especially with fresh doughnuts," he tried to joke. "I don't think I've ever tried hot milk, and I'm not sure I want to now, either," he chuckled."Well, you're going to get it, anyway," Arlene said as she stood on tiptoe to peck him on the mouth. "I'll be there with it in a minute."Jeff made a face, but winked at Diana. When the women made up their minds, it was simpler to face the inevitable and do their bidding. What the heck. One glass of warm milk won't kill.