“Please.”Phyllis hesitated. She wasn’t sure if it was wise to ask Jim in while she was there in the house alone but, on the other hand, he had n...ever been any trouble. “Come in,” she said. “Go on through to the living room.”“Thanks, Ms Dangerfield,” he said, following her waved direction.He sat down on the couch, dropping his rucksack on the floor beside him. Phyllis followed him in and stood just inside the door. Jim looked to be as much in conflict as he had been at their last meeting. He was. My conclusion was that we could stick with the conventional fletching because my idea was not worth the effort. Oh, well, win some-lose some. I figured that 50 yards was likely to be the limit of our shooting range in a fight, and anything that had not happened at 50 yards was not going to happen any sooner. Anyway, I scrapped the idea of the inclined fletching and told everybody to glue on the feathers the easy way. That did make the assembly of the bolts go a little faster, so it was an. She was still mad at me, and I was starting to wonder about making the Army a career. At some point later in the Eighties the military was going to be seeing a lot more action, and one way or another, I was going to catch a piece of it. She was no longer threatening me with divorce, but it did seem likely this would be our last child, and I wouldn’t be getting any more chances to start another!On October 12th, Lieutenant Colonel Wilcox tracked me down in the commo bunker. He was the battalion. He wiped his face and then kissed me so I could taste my sweetness. I rolled him over and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. He was wearing grey boxer briefs. I could see how large his cock was through his boxers. I slid my hand down his chest and released his smooth cock. I kissed down his chest and in the soft crevass of his legs and to the base of his shaft. I ran my tongue all around it making my way to the tip. When I reached it, I slowly took all of him in my mouth and pushed my.