There he asked me if I was sure about trying it, and I said I was. He the undid his fly and flopped out his big cock. From his posture, and action, ... assumed, I was going first. I moved closer, and went to my knees. I was scared to death, but took it into my hand and guided it into my mouth. Not knowing what to expect, I was surprised that it just tasted like skin. He was huge and it screeched my jaws far apart. I sucked a few strokes, and got up and said that it was his turn. “I don’t. Ground fire reaches around five thousand feet with penetrating force so it was possible to get some extra holes in your aircraft.You can spot ground activity easily at five, six, and even seven thousand feet. But to mark the spot, you almost have to be down about a thousand feet. That means you cranked up to the max speed of about 125-130 knots and buzzed the spot hoping the enemy ground troops forget to lead the target. So if you were busy, you would burn fuel faster.The Military plays. "You'll do anything for me?" "Mmmhmm" was all he could mutter in response. His face contorted in pain."You'll be my slave for the day? Doing what I ask?" I whispered, sliding my hand over his cock teasingly, moving it back and forth over the bowl. He let out a groan. "What was that? I didn't hear you.. Maybe you don't have to go." I told him in a whisper. My pussy was aching to be touched now. This had turned me on so much."Yes.. god.. please.. I have to pee! Stop .. teasing me!" Grant. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that her roommate’s hand was now resting on her crotch. Dianne turned her eyes enough to see that Jill’s middle finger was slowly stroking the soft folds of her labia. Completely flustered and unable to come up with anything reasonable she finally said, “I don’t know.”“What do you mean you don’t know? You must know what you fantasize about.” Dianne kept her head turned toward the talk show but she couldn’t keep her eyes from watching Jill’s finger slide.