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After Tuesdays, Jack was usually feeling down, so it was always up to me.

I would put on my babydoll pajamas watching TV and wait for his move. It usually didn't take long.

He'd kiss me gently, slide my panties down over my ass, and his hand would undo my pajama top, while his mouth would roam over my stiffening nipples, until his lips warmly sucked them full.

As I sighed contentedly, his hands wandered further south over my hips to my awakening bush. He stroked my inner thighs, my outer lips and his fingers curiously probed my inner treasure until the fluids flowed abandonly. His fingers moved in and out, as I widened to his touch, gasping with anticipation.

Suddenly his warm breath travelled down my belly and his mouth clasped my cunt, my little soldier, coaxing him from his sheltered fortress and massaging him until I exploded, cresting in a grateful wave of pleasure and fulfilment.

I hugged Jack, and we fell asleep in our usual Tuesday night bliss.