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Prodded ... as in 'Turn to the left ... cough. Next.' 'Stand on one foot with your eyes closed.' and other really stupid tricks, lasted one week. 'You passed, boy. Go outside and tell the man in the uniform, he'll take over from here.'And take over he did ... an already short haircut became even shorter. Fitting 'Drink' in uniforms called for nights with a needle and thread. Eventually, he looked so bad, he was allowed off base and sent to a seamstress. Now he looked sharp.Mom, for 63 days, I was a new guy ... I had an 'upper classman' showing me the ropes. I guess it worked because at the end of the 63 days I got my own little new guy. I just get settled in and thinking I'm hot stuff then the first section ended and the next one started. Back to being a new guy.I already knew how to fly ... which, by the way, meant I knew nothing and had to unlearn all that I knew. At least I could get a Stearman off the ground ... learning the Military way to fly is weird.I will say this .... It surprised me how quickly the erection occurred, and I looked down at my pants. "It looks like your rock-hard throbbing dick has agreed to assist me" she stated with a gentle laugh. "Once everyone leaves, I will explain the project here in your office. And they will balance immediately and get the fuck out of here, not like on Friday". She walked away. I noticed she was wearing a skin-tight skirt that went all the way down to the ankles and you could see subtle panty lines if you were staring at her ass like I was. There was no chance of getting any kind of view with that outfit.The rest of the day was hell. I could not concentrate in order to accomplish anything. I was glad I came into work early. My dick started getting an erection every time my mind would start thinking of her. Last Friday kept replaying in my head with how great her pussy looked when it was on my desk and when she was on the balcony. And I kept remembering how it felt even greater ramming my dick.
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