Backing out of the bushes I moved to the back door slipping the key from my pocket, so careless leaving it under that fake rock for every one to see. ...I slid it silently into the lock though I knew she wouldn't hear me, the music coming from her bathroom louder than the shower it self as she cleaned off the days sweat. I was in the kitchen and slipped my shoes off to be as quiet as possible. I knew her father wouldn't be home for at least another two hours giving me plenty of time to get what I. We made a date to get together that evening after chow. After chow, I went to her lodging area and found her , we decided to check out the "entertainment" area and see what was playing on the movie, it was dark and the movie was some PG Rated adventure tale, we sat in the back and kissed and caressed, I slide my hand up her blouse and t-shirt and found she did not wear a bra this night, I caressed her soft tit flesh and nipples feeling them get stiff with arousal, she squirmed in her seat and. "What, what the hell just happened. Even though my stomach was in knots,I became aroused and excited as Bree told me that she was coming over tosee me again and wanted me to be dressed for her!Gosh, I don't even have a black thong. My daughter may. Could Ipossibly borrow one from her? Yikes. I was excited, but this is sofoolish. What is happening to me? I should call Bree back and cancel .No, I should start to get ready for her.I was confused again. Without thinking, I started to run the. With those words whispered into his wife's ear, his balls, his Commanding Officers, began to send battalion after battalion of sperm cells into her vagina. There were six spurts in all, each preceded by a grunt, each spurt smaller than the previous one, until just a few little swimmers remained to be pissed out of his cock. With his thrusting and spurting completed, he leaned down and kissed her, whispering once again that he loved her. As well he should have, for she was the only woman he had.