In no time she let out a long groan and shuddered uncontrollably…the first of her nerve-racking orgasms…Manav was drenched in her juices as they w...re liberally being released.I had my tool out by now which had raised itself tremendously and gave it to her in her hand. She gripped it strongly and tickled my underside at the frenulum and wetted my cockhead with its own pre-cum. I was joyous.After her first round of orgasm, she had returned to earth and was now trying to open Manav’s trousers with. I don't want any attribution, no name, nothing that might tell people who I am.It was right at the beginning of Linebacker I, May of '72. I was flying F-4s out of Ubon, Thailand at the time. I was doing mostly escort missions, but hadn't had much luck in the MiG department, some fights, a probable back in '67 during Rolling Thunder, but no confirmed kills.That day my backseater Jeff and I--that isn't his real name, by the way--anyway, we were BARCAP, that's Barrier CAP, for some bridge strikes. They’d been married for years, until chance and the fortune of summertime alone, free of children for a short time, led them to discover their lovemaking anew, slow and sensual, a contrast to the hurried, giggling, sneaking around after the kids were abed. She would slip into their bedroom, right before he was due to come home, stripping off her clothes and lying in the semidarkness. No toys or vibrators, nothing to mar the quiet night that was theirs alone. She’d lie atop the sheets, the air. Long black hair spilled out as a tall, striking woman removed her helmet and let the rich mane settle across her leather jacket. The Harley rider strode up to the police and words were exchanged as I watched with some confusion. The police had been shunting people away. Who was she? I saw a uniformed cop point at us and she headed over with long strides. Another policeman interrupted the Harley rider’s march toward us and I could clearly hear what he said. He gestured at the burned out car..