The blisters mounted atop their turrets swiveled this way and that, firing off chains of grenades, or bursts of railgun fire. Each one seemed to have ...a different combination of weapons mounted on their hardpoints, glowing tracers bouncing off the sand as they chewed up Rask infantry, mortars creating showers of sand and torn bodies as they impacted inside the trenches. They waded through the tank traps, smashing the crudely-fashioned log ramps, and tearing up the spools of barbed wire. They. "Get up here and take all of your sissy clothesout of my drawers!"I turned around to see mom and Rich standing there smiling."They're not mine," Rich said with a smile. "They're yours now!"I looked at mom standing there grinning and knew I was in trouble."Don't stand there staring, " Mom said. "Get dressed and comedownstairs, I want to talk to you." No!" I shouted. "I'm not going to be a sissy like he is. I wont wearthese things!"Mom stared at me for a few seconds."Do as you're told and do it. The liquid stung and bit like fire at the wounds as he cleaned them. She enjoyed feeling the soft rasp the cloth made on her skin. As he wiped some of the cuts the feelings that she had when the other men had her began to return.As he stroked the cloth over the cut on her breast, her nipples began to harden and stand up despite the sting of the medicine he was using. He couldn’t fail to notice what was happening to her though he tried to ignore it. She took his head in her hands and made him. I had a perfect view from the closet of both of them. For tonight, she insisted that she was only going to give him a hand job or, if she was really excited, a blowjob. I reminded her that we had condoms in the drawer if she wanted to go any further with Ben. I hid in the closet as I heard the doorbell ring. I was ready for the fun to begin!"Where's your husband? I saw his car out front," Ben said."He is upstairs sick in bed. Have a seat and we'll get right to work," my wife responded. The.