There was a slightly strained moment as we were both a little uncertain of ourselves but I noticed Ben was definitely looking at my nipples as they pr...essed against the material of my t-shirt. “So are you alone again or is Cindy home today?” “Nope, definitely alone again.” “Hmm so have you been watching videos again?” I gave him a cheeky smile and he seemed to relax a bit. “Maybe.” His right hand slipped below the table and my mind went straight to the lovely photo of his hard, dripping cock. I. "Christy's here, and she's pissed," Helena told me while we ate lunch. "She headed to our old hotel, and found me no longer there. And since we wanted some secrecy, the desk clerk had no idea where I'd gone. I had turned off my cellphone because ... well, you know why," she smirked and kissed me. "Of course when I turned it on, she had left me like half a dozen messages, ever more agitated. I thought about ignoring her, but realized that wouldn't be fair of me." Of course not," I said. "Was she. Four bedrooms, three baths, a backyard with a patio, and, as they say, location, location, location. It came with a neighborhood to die for. The whole thing was gated and entry was limited to those over the age of eighteen. Even the convenience store clerks had to be eighteen. Did I forget to mention that the entire neighborhood was clothing optional? That, of course, did not influence our decision to rent the house. Well, at least not much. Except for Paul, most of us were pretty. The two sky cop NCOs picked up Norm in the housing area drunk out of his mind wearing only a pair of boxer shorts taking a piss on a fire hydrant on a Sunday morning at about 4:15am and they were going to take him in and book him for being drunk in public, indecent exposure, and lewd and lascivious conduct. Even though he had zero means of identification to prove who he was, Norm managed to talk them out of it and convinced them he was an officer, and just had too much to drink at a squadron.