.a good fucking over and over again.I told hubby, just pick a guy and we can go in a private room and get started...and he did, a young Pakistani guy ...as asked into the room by hubby to start the evening. Well endowed, muscular, and a scarcely hidden contempt for my moral values meant the guy treated me like a total whore, which was ok. I simply played it as he saw me. I used foul language, I told him to fuck my cunt hard, I made like I worshipped his cock, I let him slap my ass cheeks about,. Then I scrambled back just into time to miss a half dozen more good sized rocks bouncing past us."You hit him?" the woman asked."Not sure," I said, reloading and checking that I had a good, round ball before I pushed it in the muzzle."Simon," the same voice cried. "Susan Simon, don' be a torich, a fool." Go to hell," the woman yelled, and then she smiled at me.A small avalanche of stones bounced down the hill followed by some scrambling sounds. I lay on my back, inched out so I could see up the. They spend the rest of the night teaching me to eat pussy. That sounds pretty crass I know, but it explains it better than a whole lot of pretty words could. When the sun came up, I was still at it. I tore myself away to take a shower and dress for the day.When the first sergeant called me into her office I was terrified. "Look Sylvia, if we excluded all the women who ever had a bisexual experience, the Women's Air Force would have about twenty women left. I can't leave you three here. The. She takes her bag, reaches over me and leaves, the flushing process in full action.A contrast in age, now as a young blonde woman appears with a slight smile, maybe she’s been talking outside, there is a constant babble of voices, springing from the surrounds. Her blonde hair is tied back from her face, she has no bag and swiftly turns her denim clad frame, exposing the tight, single pigtail down her back. Her belt swings wide, her zip is dealt with and her jeans are lowered. A miniscule black.