Grinding to the music, she felt a rush as her wet pussy rubbed against his cock which she could feel throbbing behind his soft dress pants. Taken over...with passion, she reached down and pulled her panties to the side and continued rubbing her wetness on his lap. Mark looked down at the tuft of neatly trimmed blonde hair and the little pink clit that was now sliding up and down his hard shaft. The sight was almost too much. Just before he exploded in his pants, she pulled back leaving him. “Amanda,” I urged her. “Talk to me! Please! You know you can tell me anything! Anything that will make you feel better! Tell me how much better he was in bed if it would help! I could see it was good for you!”“That’s just the problem,” she finally said, gazing up into the darkness and taking a deep breath. “It wasn’t just good; it was unbelievably good. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before!”Her eyes were wide open now, staring blindly into the darkness.“Perhaps that was because it. 'Listen!' Billy ceased his dance and cupped a hand to his ear. 'What?' 'Do you not hear the singing?' 'Singing?' He shook his head. 'I hear retching and splashing, hear timbers creaking and sails flapping, but there's no singing, Danny boy, only in your fucking stupid head!' Muttering to himself, he stepped gingerly away, clinging to the rail for support while doing his best to avoid the swirling river of spray and puke that snaked back and forth across the heaving deck. The wind turned again,. Some one must have liked me because I got assigned to be a paratrooper in 101st Airborne Division. Before I knew it I was shipping out for Vietnam. First time out of the USA, and it sure as hell was nothing like home. The people, the jungle, it was all foreign. The Vietcong hated us, but goddamn we weren't about to lay down. We came there to fight and we came there to win.Three months into my deployment we got some radio chatter from deep in the Pleiku province. 14th Infantry unit was pinned.