We were proud to be Marines! There was a group of battle-seasoned noncoms standing there and they quickly disabused us of any notion that we were real... Marines. Looking back at it, the two most important things in boot camp were our rifles and our drill sergeant. We had to immediately memorize our serial number and woe be to the man that forgot it. I remember one thing I thought at the time was funny. One of the recruits goofed up and called his rifle a gun. The sergeant stared him down and then. Once in I let it dance around your clit. Alternating my licking sucking and sliding as I squeezed your thighs you were wiggling in delight. Just before you peaked you begged me to be inside of you. I ripped my shirt off your hands helping and I slide my pants completely off. I said that it wasn’t fair unless you joined my. So I helped you out of your shirt. The cold air instantly lapping against your nipples make them even harder then they already were. I eased my body in between yours. So when she was sure they'd gone she went back into the room and looked closely at the mattress where they'd been lying. She remembered she thought it might be warm but it wasn't. However she discovered a lingering smell ... body odor, semen, her roommate's vaginal smell? It wrinkled her nose but at the same time excited her.Nevertheless she began imagining her roommate and her boyfriend making love. she switched off her light, lie in the darkness and try to picture them doing it. But gradually. A candle, a hair brush handle and more recently an ornate but long thin perfume bottle. In each attic I had placed a laptop computer that recorded and transmitted everything directly to my van. Getting the systems to work was child’s play; all the cameras and microphones were linked to a movement sensor, on sensing any movement or sound, all images and sound was recorded by the computer.The Taylor’s were the first customers to move into their brand new house and as such were the first people.