" I say.Lillian nods in agreement, soon she is moving dirt away from the hole, stacking it in piles, I glance over to see she has removed her dress, s...e wasn't wearing any underwear under it, well one question answered.She sees me look at her and blushes."You remember when I used to run away?" She asks."Yeah, I remember that phase" I say"I didn't know that, I used to go and bury myself in the dirt, I would hide my clothes so they wouldn't get dirty and bury myself by the old oak tree, you know. " "I hate to ask" he said, "but it is one of the reasons I hired you. I have always had the fantasy, or fetish if you will, of a woman, fully dressed, on her knees in front of me, giving me a blow job." That struck me as quite a surprise. But then I thought to myself, what the hell do you get paid for here? Then I replied, "of course Tom, I'd love to"and at the same time I dropped to my knees. I reached up and opened his fly and then grabbed his throbbing cock. I moved forward and teasingly. I knew what was coming next.He was really inexperienced so it was fascinating to watch her teach Biff what to do with this tongue and lips. She came and he was proud of himself. I thought his pecker was going to spurt a couple of times. Finally, she moved back down to his waist and laid her pussy on his cock again. It didn’t take many slider strokes before I saw the white jets shoot out on his belly. Looking at me she moved her pussy to the creamy globs and rubbed it in them then up to his. ..translators now sing Sinatra tunes deep in Iraq.With sunglasses on and shemaghs worn on our gear,you brought us to the Green Zone where we always had a beer.The whole team loved you as we traveled about,no malfunctions nor anything to pout.Remember that time we went someplace classified?Working for the Bear where we damn near died?You were strapped on my MOLLE vest along with my gear,but now you're home and stopped working I fear.With earbuds in or those glasses to watch...those pornos we.