The light came on and we took flight falling into the wind, riding her as a wave in the ocean, miles from where the winged fortress had released us. W... glided mere feet from each other searching the ground for land marks like a hawk searching for his next meal. Brovo the spotter pointed us to a river which we recognized and in unison followed to our primary landing zone.The landing zone was clear and we three Falling Angels swooped in landed as we had practiced so many times before. The. I nod. This is my change to play out my fantasy. I get up and slowly take off my shirt. By now, the bulge in my shorts is undeniable. I let my hands slide down my chest towards the edge of my trousers. I stop on the edge. She is staring at my shorts. Her hands have disappeared under her shirt and I she her grasp for her bra lock. I slowly stroke my dick through my shorts. She slips her bra off and pulls it out from under her shirt. Two nipples immediately poke through her shirt. I can see her. Fifteen minutes later we had the grill set up and the first beers open, and within 10 minutes we were deep into conversation. I can’t remember now what we talked about, before, inevitably, the conversation turned to sex. We talked about our first times, our first real lovers, what this or that woman would or wouldn’t do -- all the usual things men talk about when they’ve had a few drinks. We stopped long enough to put the steaks on, cook and eat them, and we were starting our fourth or fifth. Just as his thumb reached heraureole, he brought his forefinger down to close aroundthe nipple ever so gently. I had known Sandy since before high school, andwe went steady together all during high school beforegetting married, and as far as I knew, not another manhad ever seen this much of her, much less touched herbefore. Larry then started caressing her breasts, goingfrom first one, then the other, very lightly. Sandy wasstill quite asleep, although it seemed that her breath-ing was.