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B.J.Jones the Story of My Life

Copyright© 2012 by jballs

Chapter 247

Ex-Military Sex Story: Chapter 247 - This is the story of the life of Roberta Josephine Jones. Shortened to BJ by her friends. From the battle fields Afghanistan with the Marines, loss of her life time friend, with flash backs to her wild youth. After the Marines she must find her way in the world. The early chapters of this story includes incest, les,rape and other adult themes. I plan for this to be a multi-part serial. This is my first attempt at writing. Much of the sex is in the early chapters changing to action and drama.

Caution: This Ex-Military Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Mult   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Nudism   Slow  

With Marcy, Ching Lee, Vicky and Lorrie along with Mischief and Mayhem and most of the North six scattered about the east coast doing seminars, I had Jenny all to myself tonight. The only one left in the house tonight was Crash, unless he was with Marlene or she was here with him. I made the trip to Crash's room to find it empty. On the dining room table he had left a note, "Over to Marlene's, not sure if I will be home tonight or not. I do have my key.

The agency and the state had backed off the security details now that the trial had ended and the mall terrorists had gone quiet. There was basically no-one around. The empty house brought back memories of when Jenny and I first became friends, lovers and then a couple. Jenny and I agreed on subs and soup tonight at home so we could spend some quiet time together, which was fine with me. Cold cut subs with hot tomato soup and chips – yum!

Jenny and I showered in the outside shower then hit the hot tub for 10 minutes before I led her to the basement. I had her sit backwards on the sex chair so I could raise her up to a comfortable height, then I gave her a complete back rub with her favorite warmed lotion.

When she was totally relaxed I had her lie on the chair and did the same to her front. I spent more than an hour massaging every inch of her front side. I took time to kiss and tease her in all the appropriate places as I went along.

I massaged every finger and every toe, even her ankles and the bottoms of her feet. Jenny wanted to return the favor to me but I would not allow it. I told her that I just wanted to hold her close in my arms tonight.

The sun was streaming through the cracks in the shades and it woke us up. I had rested comfortably and Jenny had only gone to pee one time in the night that I knew of.

We went to the old farmers 24 hour restaurant to get breakfast then to the Island Airport to meet our returning mates. The first flight that was arriving at 9:30 carried Lorrie, Vicky and her small group. They were on time after a round of hellos and hugs. The hired help headed home with Lorrie and Vicky going home with Jenny and me.

Jenny and I had each drove a Suburban this morning. We left one at the airport for Marcy and Ching Lee to come home in when their 11 AM flight came in. The other three groups were landing at different times this afternoon and had left their personal cars at the airport to have a way directly home. Most of them had opted to take Monday off with pay to have a two day weekend.

Saturday night's orgy group was smaller and mellower than normal. Mischief, Mayhem and their boyfriends were missing; the girls said something about needing to properly discipline them for the condition of the house when they returned home.

With four fewer people I was able to watch less, participate more. All my mates were worn out and very satisfied by midnight. Crash and Marlene stayed in the basement with us the whole time we were there. When they weren't doing their thing they were watching us.

For an eighty year old, he held his end up pretty well with Marlene and was still reasonably well hung. May be the old tale that those things shrank with age was just that - an old tale. They both yelled at the ceiling a couple of times. Crash must have tried to do anal because I heard Marlene tell him, "That is the wrong hole lover boy, you know you do not go there," and then she laughed and said, "Maybe another time, not tonight."

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