He started eating my pussy, holding my waist with his hands for leverage. I felt his lips, tongue, and teeth on my labia and clitoris, and even his to...ngue inside my pussy. I was getting wetter.“Aa, yeah, baby,” I moaned, holding his hair tightly with my both hands. I felt him letting me fall on the bed, still eating my pussy.“Mmm,” I moaned, with my eyes closed, face turned to my right side, and my left-hand fingers running through his hair. Then he left me. I opened my eyes and looked at him.. He had taken his suit to work and changed into it before leaving. Just before heading home he called and asked his wife to take a peek in the spare bedroom closet. The gown he had purchased for her was hanging there, where he had hidden it. Now, finally at home he walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell, as he used to do so many years ago when he first started dating the woman who later became his wife. She opened the door looking absolutely stunning in the gown. He stood at the door. Alisa was obviouslynervous, but Mikie was comforting her. It looked perfectly natural."I spoke to the surgeon. Everything is going perfectly. It'll takeanother couple of hours, but Mikie will be fine," Dr. Zaaijer explained."Will we be able to see her?" Alisa asked."If you want, but she'll be under anesthesia, she'll be very groggy untiltomorrow." After giving Alisa all the details he could, Dr. Zaaijerleft.While this was going on Jack was having facial reconstructive surgery.After removing. At 1800 hours we will have a memorial service for the fallen."I was one of the first questioned. The questions went on and on and on. No, I didn't know what happened—I was gone most of the day and the entire night. The police investigator asked me a lot of questions because, aside from Drill Instructor Sergeant Saunders, I knew more about those dead boys than anybody else at Mackie. I had missed breakfast. At lunch, the investigator gobbled down a sandwich and guzzled coffee. I didn't even get.