I was raised in western New York and am an avid hiker and outdoorsman.My squad is made up of MSgt. Tom T. Hall; no relation to the country singer. Tom...is my second in command and my best friend, both in the Army and outside as well. Tom also is a computer specialist, but his forte is hardware. Next is SFC Darrel Otis, my radioman and general electronics guru. Next in line is SFC James Tiberius Kirkham, my scout. Jim is a Boy Scout leader, our scrounger, and another avid outdoorsman. Jim can. She patted me on the butt and said, “My boobs are starting to sweat.”My first attempt to move failed miserably. After a couple of deep breaths, I summoned up just enough strength to roll off her and lie limp on the bed. My eyes drifted closed, and I felt her moving at my side.A few seconds later, something tickled my stomach, and I automatically opened my eyes to look at her. That’s when I discovered she was tickling me with her toes. Her legs were spread wide open, and she was running her. She laughed. "Hell, kid. Nobody had to tell me. I picked her." To myamazement, the woman raised her hands and gave her boobs a squeezethrough the sweatshirt. "Funny thing is, I never thought this chick wasall that pretty. But once I tried it," She pressed her boobs together andkneaded them through the shirt. The open collar of the sweatshirt was lowenough that I got an amazing view of cleavage in motion. She worked ather boobs for a second longer, then dropped her hands with a shrug.. She was very flushed and said she had to shower again so off she went leaving me with a rock hard cock.After showering she went back to where her husband lay and relaxed in the sun for a while. I walked past her to look at the view over the city and she was smiling with so much happiness. As I took in the view I stroked my cock till it was solid again then turned to look at Helen making her aware how horny I was feeling and as I walked back to my lounger she was sitting astride her sunbed with.