The two of them were giggling at the awkwardness of the stretches, and they joked about how he could see down her top. She then replied,"Well if you c...n see, our camera-man might be able to as well!"I blushed. They laughed as I stammered a polite few words about how I wasn't focusing on that (when really, I WAS) and I was trying my hardest to be as professional as possible.And then, THIS happened. No joke. She leaned back to stretch with her legs spread wide, and I got the full view of her. Sam wrapped her arms around my neck and, with my hands on the pool's edge, our mouths met in a passionate kiss. Sam pulled my tongue into into her mouth and gently sucked it, and I followed suit. As we continued to kiss, my now fully erect penis rubbed against Sam's incredibly wet pussy. Before I knew what was happening, Sam wrapped one leg around my waist as I slid my penis into her. Her other leg followed while I slowly started moving in and out of her soaking pussy. I quickly picked up the. Air Artist!]For whatever reason, I began getting a surprising number of texts regarding my glory hole from returning solders from Afghanistan. The first had been a month before, and soon after that, whether the guy was telling other veterans about me, or it was just coincidence, I soon had, at the very least, three, and even sometimes four soldiers dropping by my glory hole---a DAY! Like the saying goes: 'When it rains, it pours!'Typically, there was very little chatting going on between us. And wrote three words and then promptly crossed them out.The problem was, I just didn't feel that sorry. Not in a deeply repentant way.Yeah, I'd pushed when I shouldn't've. And when she'd blatantly told me not to. I'd definitely fucked up.But that didn't change the fact that she was the one that had crossed the line.What line there was. We'd never done a good job of defining where the line between a pure friendship and a sexual friendship lay. And that was as much my fault as hers.Well,.