Carol scooted up on the bed and arranged the pillows to lean back on. She got comfortable and began to run her hands up and down her legs and across h...er chest as she watched Roger manipulate the butt plug to get me loose and lubricated. “Damn, I wish I had some popcorn,” Carol joked as she spread her knees. She was offering up a visual display to inspire our activities. Dipping her fingers into her sex and using the wetness to rub into her nipples. I decided that I wanted both of my lovers to. “Yes, ma’am,” we all answered her.What else was there to do? I went back to work for now, though in better spirits. The Battle of Winston-Salem might be over, but plenty of folks still needed suturing, blood pressure, fever, pulse, all those things still needed handling. Morphine drips still had to be replaced. Yes, it was a grueling pace, but that was what I signed up for, right? Once I got out of the Militia and got my nursing license back for civilian work, I’d never gripe half as much about. I was still a bitunsure that all of this was real. It was just too good to be true. In amoment of devilishness, I pinched Tabby's side. "Hey!" she squealed,jumping a little. "What's that for?" I wanted to know if this is all a dream or not, so I had to pinchsomebody..." Go pinch yourself then, boyfriend!" she said as he pushed me back intothe tub.Luckily, there was enough water to keep me from landing too hard, but notenough to flood the room with a mini tidal wave. I did get water up thenose. There was a nervous energy. When dinner was over, after a quick discussion about our options for the evening it was decided we would head back to her apartment to exchange "Valentine's gifts". My heart was racing and I thought this would be THE night. We began making out again on the couch right where we had left off a few days before. After about 10 minutes she began touching my cock and balls through my jeans. This was new. A few more minutes passed when she abruptly stood up, without.