She got down on her knees, unbuttoned my jeans, pulled out my dick, and sucked it. Take a minute, swallow. Think about it. Brittany’s mother, the...woman who most hated me in the world, was sucking my penis. Oral sex. I can’t even stress to you the perplexedly of the situation. I could hardly comprehend what was going on. As I said earlier, this was the one thing I never expected to happen. Cindy’s tongue swirled around my dick head. It felt wonderful, although I was still too confused to. "(MOAC) "An 'AO' in Guardian Force jargon stands for 'Area Of Observation, or, the sector of the border fringe he can see from post Sub-7. Here we see the first mistake of the evening. Castro uses the term 'bogie' which is army slang for an enemy. I believe he meant to say 'bogie is' but, as you can hear on the tape, Sector Red believed he meant more than one enemy. In any case, the proper protocol ought to be 'one contact.' A 'contact' implies a more benign threat or of an unidentified. We very slowly moved towards each other. It took atleast a minute or two to touch our lips and we had this short peck.As soon as I realized this contact we both got away and faced away from each other for about 2-3mins. Then we faced back again and started a long smooch exploring each other’s mouth from our tongue, exchanging saliva. Our hands were fighting our ways to each other’s body and hiding the same from the shawl.We had a short break. I then checked people behind and sideways. They all. Rain trickled down her face. Makeup, slightly smudged around her eyes. She threw her coat aside. Bumfelt’s eyes roved over her. Fuck! She was all kinds of fine. Her pert breasts outlined, with erect nipples under the wet blouse. Slim waist and hips under the pencil skirt. Hold-ups, wet by the rain. Heels, making her long, slender legs appear even longer. “Fuckin’ hate rain,” growled Bumfelt, wiping the rain from his face with the back of a hand. “I love it,” smiled Fingerdoo, running a hand.