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A Gift For A Lifetime

A Gift For A Lifetime (all names are falsified) I’m 89 now. Just as horny as ever. Jenny, my wife of 65 years, however, died six years ago leaving me with no one to share my love. I’m alone with my memories. But every time I look at her photograph, I relive those marvelous nights so long ago when Jack and Mary Tanner gave us the greatest gift a young couple could ever receive. The gift of knowledge. The knowledge of how to make love and how to use that knowledge to make an otherwise solid marriage a delight which would last a lifetime.

We were 22 back then, I was thin, athletic, 6’1”, about 170 lbs, with blonde hair and a 71/2 ” cock. Jenny was also thin, 5’11”, about 130 lbs with dark blonde hair, long legs, just the right size small breasts, and a gorgeous light brown bush guarding her tunnel of love. Naked, she looked like a Greek statue. She had the most beautiful body I have ever seen, before or since.

It was 1954 and we had recently been posted to a Strategic Air Command heavy bomber base in the Pacific Northwest. Jenny was from New Jersey, I was from Ohio, we had married during our senior year at a small liberal arts college, then two years in graduate school, and on to basic military training in Montgomery, Alabama. I had received a direct commission as a second Lieutenant in the U.S. Air Force Medical Service Corps, and here we were starting a new life on a military base 2,000 miles from anything familiar. The Korean war was over (sort-of), the Vietnam war was (sort of) yet to begin, but General Curtis Lemay’s Strategic Air Command (SAC) was always at war. Nearly every day several B 52’s left our base loaded with A’bombs, the flight crew directed to drop them at a location disclosed only by electronic transmission after take-off- - - -unless later ordered to cancel the mission and return to base by a second electronic message. So far, all previous missions had been canceled before time to drop the bombs, but no one on the base was confident that “today’s” mission would be canceled. Everyone on the base expected a new war to start at any moment. After all, America had been constantly at war for the past 14 years, since we were 9 years old.

There was no internet in those days. There were obscure medical books describing the pathologies caused by sexual malfunction but these were hard to find and harder still to relate to the interests and concerns of young, newly married couples. There were no explicit sex manuals, or movies. Birth control was not mentionable and most doctors in New Jersey (Catholic) or Tennessee (Bible belt) would not prescribe it even for long married couples. The pill would be far into the future. So, until we married, and we all but lived together for two years before our wedding, all we could do to learn how to practice sex successfully and satisfy our sexual urges without pregnancy was “petting” (mutual masturbation). After we married I was able to buy condoms in Ohio, but we never trusted them (In those days, rubber condoms often broke at exactly the wrong time), so intercourse was always a rather frightening experience. We wanted sex at least once each day, but the fear and lack of knowledge about what we should or could do made me so anxious I usually came before Jenny could get fully aroused. She said she enjoyed the feelings but was always left unsatisfied. We had never heard or read about the term “orgasm” and didn’t know there was such a thing. We finally learned of it from an air force doctor at Maxwell AFB, who agreed to fit Jenny with a new device called a diaphragm. With it installed, he said, we could screw bareback without fear of pregnancy. He described an orgasm to us and said we might someday get one for Jenny if we took longer in foreplay and extended our intercourse, but, he said, lots of women never did get to enjoy one. Until we met Jack and Mary Tanner our “love sessions” had been more satisfying for me than for Jenny, and she was beginning to find reasons to avoid them if she could.

As a very junior officer (adjutant to the hospital commander) I was on 24 hour call 6 days every week. Only free on Saturday nights and Sundays. I could go home after work but never knew when the phone would ring and I would be called back to the hospital to solve one problem or another. Our “love life problem” seemed to be growing more serious with each passing week. Duty was always on my mind. Jenny was at home alone, bored. As Jenny would delay our “trysts” I would grow more and more frustrated. When she finally gave in I would be so frustrated that I would cum after only three or four thrusts - - OK for me but leaving her wanting more, much more.

After a couple months at the base we decided to scr*pe up some cash and spend it on a Saturday evening “blow out” at the officer’s club. We’d have a great dinner, listen to some good music and maybe even dance a little. Jenny loved dancing with me but had been afraid to dance in public. As a tall girl she loathed being asked to dance by a man shorter than herself. She’d been embarrassed many times this way in New Jersey where nearly everyone was shorter than she was. In the Pacific Northwest, however, most men were taller than Jenny, so she felt she might be able to risk a dance or two at the officer’s club.

This would be our first visit to this club so we dressed conservatively. Jenny in a long cocktail dress and me in uniform. We had just been shown to a table and had begun to survey the menu when a very attractive couple asked if they could share our table. He was in the uniform of a Captain, with navigator’s wings, bomb wing and flying status insignia. She was dressed for sex appeal. He was about 6”3” tall, I guessed he weighed about 230 lbs with a football player’s physique, and she was about 5”5” with honey blonde hair and a very attractive 110 lb figure. They introduced themselves as Jack and Mary Tanner.

We enjoyed an excellent dinner while getting to know each other. Both couples had been married about four years and neither had children yet. Jack was from Minnesota. Mary was from Michigan and they had met at a small Minnesota liberal arts college. Jack had spent several years in an Air Force National Guard training program, then four years in the college A.F. R.O.T.C. program. Mary had been a high school and college cheer leader and science student who earned her degree in commercial design. He had played football and basketball (as I had) and his degree was in electrical engineering. They were married on college graduation day, the day before he entered active duty with the air force. He missed flight training because of poor eyesight, was too large to fit a fighter plane cockpit, so was trained to be a navigator on a B52 flight crew. Mary was 22 like Jenny and I, Jack was 25 and had only recently been promoted to Captain.

During our dinner conversation Jack mentioned (but Jenny and I didn’t get the significance) that there were rumors that his wing was going to be going on a three month TDY (temporary duty) to Guam soon and before he left he wanted to make sure that Mary knew some officers who were not on flight status so she could socialize with them while he was gone. For the past year they had been active members of an officer’s “couple’s social club” on the base. Mary would have liked to continue socializing with that group but most of the men were on flight status and would be going to Guam with Jack. Jack knew that if Mary couldn’t socialize with the officers’ group she might be tempted to “get to know” the folks down at the NCO or enlisted men’s clubs. Socializing between officers and/or their wives and enlisted men was then a court marshall offense which would (at the very least) destroy an officer’s career. He had asked to sit at our table because he had noticed my medical service corps insignia, realized I would not be on the flight to Guam, and thought maybe we would be a couple who could help Mary “while away the time” while he was gone.

We had a cocktail before and wine with dinner. We were having a great time, feeling no pain and enjoying the music being played by a contemporary live band. Jenny dragged me onto the floor when the band played a slow one then at the next slow one we switched. Jenny and I had kept a respectful distance between us, but Mary wrapped herself all over me and Jack seemed to be crushing Jenny as they slowly slid around the floor. I couldn’t stop an erection coming on and knew Mary couldn’t help feeling it. She did but didn’t seem to mind and I noticed that Jack had his right knee pressing hard between Jenny’s legs - - -and Jenny didn’t seem to mind either. That’s when we quit dancing with our own spouse, gave up switching back and forth, and spent the rest of the evening getting to know “as much as we could” about each other’s spouse.

As a delightful evening closed, the Tanners thanked us profusely. They said they wanted to develop our new friendship to a “higher” level, not let it die after a single night, and invited us to spend the evening with them in their home on the next Saturday night. Casual, next time. Just a light dinner, some more dancing and a couple of “racy” movies Jack had acquired that he thought we might all enjoy. We enthusiastically agreed. We would get to see their much fancier than ours detached single family home and get to focus in on Jack & Mary as a couple without the distraction of the other people at the officer’s club.

The Tanners were the focus of our conversation over dinner every night during that next week. Jenny had loved dancing with Jack. He was even taller than I was, and he too had made sure she could feel his erection as he pressed his leg between hers. She guessed it was sizable, maybe even larger than mine. Remembering that feeling kept her a little aroused all week. I described Mary’s reaction as she seemed to enjoy my erection and we both became aroused just sharing memories of these feelings. We had the best sex we had ever had that week, anxiously anticipating Saturday night.

At this point it should be noted that while Jenny and I had each enjoyed our first sexual intercourse on our wedding night we were not sexually inexperienced. Our marriage was much like a business partnership. We were not just in love, there were many reasons why it made sense for us to marry. We each had had several “loves” in the past and had been pleasuring each other to climax for two years before our wedding night. We feared (but longed for) intercourse but avoided it for fear of pregnancy. In those days, along the Eastern seaboard, contraceptives were almost entirely unreliable as well as unavailable. The same was true of written and/or pictorial instructions about how to conduct intercourse to both partner’s satisfaction. Existing sexual information (there wasn’t much, and it was primitive, at best) was available only to physicians who were not anxious to reveal it in the then existing climate of taboo.

The Tanners had said “casual” but we didn’t own casual clothes in those days. So, on Thursday afternoon I ducked out of the hospital and visited the base exchange with Jenny to try to find something casual (sexy) we could wear to the dinner. I ended up with soft white slacks and a short sleeve blue shirt. Jenny bought a matching blue blouse and white short shorts. We not only looked sexy in those outfits they made us feel sexy too.

Their house was impressive. Much nicer than ours, with fancy furniture, and a high Fi playing soft, romantic music as we arrived. We had a cocktail, then started on one of the bottles of wine we had brought as we talked more and more about each other’s previous lives and future hopes and dreams. Then a salad with spaghetti and red wine and peach pie for dessert. After dinner Jenny & Mary washed the dishes, I dried them, and Jack stashed them away. Then, after dancing to a few slow songs with each other’s partner we all sat down together on their wide living room couch to watch those “racy films” Jack had spoken about. He said they were stag films that had been making the rounds of the flight crews, but he hadn’t seen them yet. Jenny and I had never seen them either. In fact, we had never seen any stag films and didn’t know what to expect. These were, Jack said, guaranteed to “get the party started”.

He sat in the middle of the couch, with his 16mm projector on the coffee table in front of him. He had set up a portable folding screen in front of the fireplace. Mary sat on his right. I was next to Mary on one end of the couch and Jenny was on his left at the other end of the couch. There were three films. All were silent, black and white with printed commentary which showed under the images. Each would run about 15 minutes. The lights were dimm’d and the show began.

The first film was entitled Smart Aleck, (with Candy Barr). It was very grainy and shadowy and the photography was very poor. The feature was a slow seduction of a buxom girl by her handsome boyfriend, ending finally in a passionate fuck, her sucking his cock and finally calling in a “friend” to help her satisfy him. Jenny and I were profoundly shocked. . . . and aroused. We had never seen another couple make love and watching one for the first time strongly erected both her clitoris and my cock. She could hide her arousal. I couldn’t. The tent in my pants was obvious to all, but then, so was Jack’s. Mary reached over and covered my cock with her hand. Jenny stared at Jack’s erection but couldn’t seem to move. He was the one to try to shove it deeper into his pants. After the film both Jack and Mary wanted to talk about the movie we had seen. The techniques it had illustrated, the size of her boobs and his cock, etc. It was then that Mary revealed that the couples club they had been a member of had been experimenting with “wife swapping”, something we had never heard of or imagined. We were just too dumbfounded to add much to the conversation, but we were interested and aroused.

So Jack started the second film. It was called The Nun and was about a horny nun caught masturbating by a man looking in her bedroom window, then joining her in a long build up to a very passionate and realistic fuck. This film was of higher quality and was very erotic. My cock grew rock hard and all during the film Mary was playing with it, finally getting it out of my pants and slowly and softly stroking it up and down. Jack had his left arm around Jenny and was playing with her breasts, while he had his right hand rubbing softly at her lower belly. She had her hand covering his cock and was trying to keep it in his pants. If Jack could play like that with my wife, I decided I could play with Mary, so I slid my left hand into her blouse and used my right hand to explore her panty covered pussy. She leaned over and gave me a very erotic tongue kiss then whispered yes. The film ended with us all panting and embarrassed. We decided to take a break and discuss what we had seen and how it affected us before watching the third film.

We sat around the table again, drank another bottle of wine and discussed the two films and what we were all being enticed into. Jenny and I were too aroused to quit but too unsure to continue without some form of mutual agreement. Mary just came out with her feelings. She said she wanted to fuck me but only with Jenny’s understanding and approval. Jenny said she didn’t mind me satisfying Mary as long as it was in her presence and Jack didn’t mind. Jenny said she was too hot to quit and was attracted to Jack but would only let him screw her in my presence and if I felt it wouldn’t damage our relationship. I was way too hot to object. When Jenny went on to explain that she had never had a “real” orgasm and now felt sufficiently aroused that she might be able to attain it Jack erupted with surprise. Jack said he was dying to help Jenny feel what a “real” orgasm was like, but only with my approval. When we realized that we were all in hesitant agreement Jack finally levelled with us about what he was hoping to accomplish.

Very soon, he said, the phone will ring and I’ll be leading my plane to Guam. I’ll be gone at least three months, maybe longer. If my plane has to drop a bomb I’ll probably never come home. While I’m gone, Mary will be alone. She needs lots of sex. She can’t go that long without a screw and there will be no one but an enlisted man to take care of her needs unless I can find another officer, not on flying status, who can help her while I’m gone and find another to love her permanently if I don’t come home. We’ve been looking over all the other couples at the officer’s club for weeks. Finally, last week she pointed you and Jenny out hoping against all odds that you might be the ones. We asked to join you for dinner. The evening went even better than we had hoped. All last week she was telling me that you are the one she wants, Rob. She’s surprised, but very pleased that she’s also begun to like and admire Jenny. She wants to join your family while I’m gone, Rob. She wants you to take care of her sexual needs and be her escort at the couples club. That’s what this is all about. We’ve come a long way already. Now I want to make sure we are all O.K. with it so I won’t have to worry about Mary while I’m gone. I want to watch you screw Mary so I can be sure you can satisfy her and Jenny can handle it. Then I want you to watch me make love to Jenny so I can be sure you won’t be overcome with jealousy. If tonight works out as Mary and I hope, then we want to spend as much time as possible with you guys until I leave, sharing the details of what will have to be done for Mary if I don’t come home.

Jenny and I were shocked, but also deeply honored. We were as hot as we had ever been. What could we say? Since we were nine years old our country had been at war. In a peacetime world we might not have considered having sex with others, but during our lives nobody would ever turn down a serious request from a warrior going into harm’s way. Neither Jenny nor I had ever enjoyed intercourse with another since our marriage but we both had had many sessions of mutual masturbation with previous “loves”. We had certainly never swapped with another couple but our bond was rock solid and we had agreed before our wedding that our love should never be considered exclusive. We weren’t worried about STD’s because we were with a married couple, not promiscuous singles. The diaphragm had worked for us so we weren’t worried about pregnancy and we were as aroused as we had ever been. So, scared and excited, with nods to each other Jenny & I agreed that, if this “experiment” went well, we’d do whatever was required to care for Mary until Jack came home (or we found her another husband).

A bathroom break was called for. Jack came back in a robe. He had found one for me too. Jenny returned in a short and transparent nighty and Mary returned wearing one of Jack’s blue dress shirts (unbuttoned). Both girls had left their panties behind. We returned to the couch and Jack threaded in the third film. This one was titled, The Poker Game. It featured two middle aged couples playing strip poker. The film wasn’t as grainy as the other two, it had more very clear close-ups and the “players” looked like real people instead of paid performers. The first gal to lose her panties grabbed the other gal’s husband and took him into the bedroom where they engaged in a very realistic looking passionate missionary fuck. Then the other two came in, watched, then joined, and the film ended with all four switching partners back and forth.

Somehow, the third film seemed even more erotic than the earlier two. Maybe because all during the show Mary and I could also see Jack caressing Jenny’s breasts while she slowly stroked his cock with one hand and rubbed her pussy with the other. . . . . and we were doing the very same thing. By the end of the film I had blue ball big time and the stiffest erection I had ever had. As the last film ran through the projector Mary jumped up, grabbed me by my cock and pulled me across the hall to a bedroom. They had pushed two single beds together and placed four large scented candles on sconces at the corners of the room. Mary flopped down on the bed on her back, spread her legs wide and pulled me between them. Jack and Jenny followed us into the room and stood by the far side of the bed, watching. I couldn’t contain myself. I plunged into that wet velvet heaven with the first thrust, then came, hard, with the fourth or fifth. Mary wrapped her legs around my butt, held me in and squeeze-hugged me while I soaked in her now filled cunt.

I hadn’t gone soft. I never did after ejaculating in those days. Instead of letting me pull out Mary started humping back into me. So, I began again. This time I didn’t feel the need to climax for more than a dozen thrusts. Then, when I said I was going to cum again Mary grabbed the base of my cock on an outstroke and squeezed hard, holding the squeeze until my need had subsided. Then another dozen strokes and just as I was ready to cum a second time Mary began to hump back hard at me, throwing her head back and forth and squeezing my cock with her cunt muscles. That pulled my trigger and I joined Mary in enjoying an almost simultaneous climax. It was the best climax I had ever had and I had learned something from Mary (a way to delay my climax) I could use to help Jenny enjoy sex. But could I watch Jack fuck my wife without jealousy and, after watching me with Mary, could Jenny feel secure enough to enjoy this happening again in the future?

All the time Mary and I were making love Jack & Jenny were standing beside us at the side of the beds, watching. Jack behind Jenny, his stiff cock painting her butt with precum while he caressed her breasts, twisted her nipples and gently stroked her pussy. Jenny’s eyes were narrow slits, staring at my cock as it plunged into Mary. She caught my eye, smiled and winked. Now they joined us on the beds, Jenny on her back, with Mary and I locked together at her side watching them.

Jack didn’t rush to plunge his cock into Jenny as I had done with Mary. He knelt above her, deeply French kissing, then softly kissing her breasts, sucking her nipples and moving down her body stroking and kissing as he went. Avoiding her pussy, he kissed down her legs then up again toward his goal. When he saw that she was having difficulty holding still he lifted her legs to his shoulders, spread her cunt lips with his fingers and proceeded to lick slowly up and down her pussy. I was shocked. That seemed dirty, I would never have considered licking Jenny where she peed. But Jenny didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, she was beginning to hump up and down. Her eyes were glazed as she stared at me, her breath was shallow, then the ripples started appearing on her belly, she was making funny noises, then her whole body contorted and she blurted out a laugh. That long eluded orgasm had finally found her. As she started coming down from her first real orgasm Jack moved up the bed and slowly slid his very wet cock up and down her slit several times. High enough each time, for the flared crown of his 8”er to rub over her clit. Then he sunk the tip in about an inch, then slowly out again to place several more strokes up her now wide spread vulva. He did this four or five times, each insertion going a little deeper until his cock was balls deep on the in stroke and Jenny was getting all jumpy again. Then, plunging ever harder and faster he took her to her second real climax. This time he kept his cock in her, soaking, while her gyrations slowed and stopped.

I was enthralled. What I had watched was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Jenny had clearly enjoyed the best time of her life and I had loved watching her changing expressions and gathering joy. Watching Jack’s cock slowly move in and out of her cunt was about the most exciting thing I had ever seen. It had made me rock hard again. Jealousy was the farthest thing from my mind. Mary got up and turned onto her knees and elbows crossways to the fucking couple. She wiggled her butt at me and I sunk my cock in again noticing her playing with Jenny’s left breast and reaching under Jack’s right leg to fondle his now loose balls. Jenny’s hips were still slowly humping up and down, she and Jack were still connected, he, apparently still hard. Jack slowly resuming his fucking with a slowly increasing tempo. Deep thrusts. Then almost total withdrawal, a few slides up through her vulva to her clit, then back deep again, with speed ever increasing. Jenny wrapped her legs around his butt and pulled him in with each stroke. After a dozen strokes or so. He pulled out and adopted a new position. Then a dozen more and a change of position, then another and finally when she was again jumping all over the bed and his balls were tight as a drum I watched those balls pulse as he pumped his love juice into my wife and they enjoyed their second (and third) climax of the evening. I had been matching Jack’s tempo as Mary climbed the same “mountain”, and we both came again shortly after. With Mary and I satisfied for a while we watched. Mary licked Jenny’s nipples while Jack turned Jenny onto her back again, pushed her legs almost to the sides of her head and drove his cock faster and harder till both he and Jenny came another time. I had never imagined that anyone could cum three or more times in the same evening.

Time to quit. Time to sleep, time to talk out what we had experienced. The Tanners invited us to stay the night but we elected to go home, sleep soundly then deeply and honestly share our thoughts, feelings and conclusions with one another.

We stayed in bed all day that Sunday. We confessed that neither of us had been jealous watching our loved one get joy from another, maybe because we had approved in advance, watched it happen, helped it happen and felt fully involved. Also we were surprised at how much we had learned that we could use to enhance our satisfaction with each other. To the contrary, we had been more highly aroused and then more satisfied than ever before. A fuck with friends had not endangered our relationship. In fact, we had found that sharing the love was far more exciting and satisfying than hoarding it. What more might we learn from the Tanners? We decided to call them and tell them we were O.K. with the arrangement if they were still in favor of it. They were delighted and invited us to spend every evening at their house during the next week learning all about Mary’s legal and financial affairs and the “love secrets” they had learned. There was a lot more to learn and we were eager students. We spent the next two delightful weeks with them learning as much as we could.

Then a giant rumble down on the flightline at 3:00am one morning signaled that Jack (and a third of the men on base) were on their way. The next day we moved our gear to Mary’s house. To our surprise this aroused no interest among her neighbors. The same thing was happening all over the base. Men not on flying status were moving in with the flyer’s wives.

Jenn and I moved into the guest bedroom next to Mary’s room. In the beginning she just wanted to watch and finger herself while Jenny and I made love. That changed to me serving Jenny and Mary on alternate nights, privately, in their own bedrooms. Then Mary wanted to join Jenny and I in our bed so she could watch, then I could fuck her for my second climax as Jenny watched. Then each girl would “help” while I made love to the other. This required me to learn a lot more about how to control my ejaculation. Thankfully Mary was a great teacher. By the end of the third week Mary had taught Jenny how to control her own orgasm, I had learned orgasmic delay and we spent most nights in a threesome with all of us making love to each other. During these three-in-the-bed sessions she taught Jenny how to suck cock, me how to lick a pussy, a bunch of other little tricks and, finally how we could all enjoy a girl-boy-girl sandwich. At the end of that first month Mary introduced us to her couple’s club and we got our first exposure to swinging (which we then called wife swapping). We had expected a wild, drunken orgy. It was no such thing. It was just couples satisfying their sexual curiosity and excitement with a partner other than their spouse. Most were older women with small children who were on a night out getting sexual satisfaction from willing officers and civilians who were not on flying status. It seemed like an entirely civilized arrangement to us.

We had a marvelous time that three months and grew very fond of each other. It was no challenge to Jenny and my relationship. Nothing was hidden. There was no cheating. We all participated, learned a lot about ourselves and each other, experienced new things and lived out some personal fantasies with our partner’s support and encouragement. Maybe most importantly we learned that individuals have different levels of interest in specific sexual activities and need for sexual satisfaction but each person’s needs have to be met if a relationship is to last.

We always hoped that Jack would come home and rejoin his wife knowing that then the “experiment” would be over and both couples would move on. Jack finally did come home but with orders to immediately transfer to Westover AFB in Massachusetts. We had a grand going away party for them and helped them pack. As we waved them off Jenny and I agreed that from that day forward ours would be an open marriage and we would seek out other singles and couples with whom we could share our love and what we had learned about love and sex.

Jack and Mary showed us that “she” should always cum first and how to build a long, slow arousal which would assure that “she” would. Mary taught Jenny how to control her climax so she could cum at will and Jack taught me how to delay my climax as long as required to meet my partner’s timing. More importantly, however, the Tanners showed us that love is best when shared and a hundred ways to enjoy it we would never have thought of.

We exchanged Christmas letters with the Tanners for many years. We remained true to our sharing vow through all the child rearing years when it was most difficult and into “our maturity”. We visited swinger clubs in Portland, Seattle, Boise and Spokane. We were frequent visitors to the New Horizons party house in Seattle and were leaders of the “sexual revolution” study groups in the church fellowships we belonged to in Illinois, Seattle and Portland.

Ah, but these are stories for another time. This ends the story of how we got the greatest gift we ever received. The Tanners helped us overcome society’s taboo about sex, especially between married partners. They helped us realize that sexual need is not something to be ashamed of. It is a universal human drive that all of us must satisfy and that satisfying it with other than one’s partner need not threaten a primary relationship (it may strengthen it). Importantly they taught us that each person’s level of need for satisfaction and participation in specific sexual activities varies with time and circumstance and is different from that of their partner. This need not cause jealousy, conflict, resentment or divorce. There are many alternate positive means of satisfying those commanding sexual urges, Among them open marriage, swinging and polyamory.

Sadly, we never saw the Tanners again. Jack stayed in the Air Force, moved steadily up in rank and retired from the Pentagon with a general’s star. I left active military duty after my enlistment expired, developed a professional career and stayed in the Pacific Northwest. We were ever thankful for their gift. All our lives we have endeavored to share that gift with other committed couples. Robinme

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