Carla's tongue trailed its way up to my ear, and she whispered, "I want to watch you finger your mom. Come on." She seized my hand and led me over to ...he foot of the bed. The view was unforgettable. A flushed Jenny was facing me, and my mother's mouth was eagerly licking and sucking at her cunt. It was pretty obvious that Mom had done this kind of thing before. I hadn't really seen my mother naked since I was a little girl, and took this opportunity to drink in the sight of her bare body,. The old men were treated with respect and the lack of old women pointed to a culture that didn’t value them any longer after they had passed child-bearing age. I had witnessed them actually “selling” a pair of older females with sagging empty breasts to a nasty bunch of hunters all armed to the teeth with modern rifles. It was obvious these humanoid throwbacks were either looking for bed-mates or something far worse in terms of use of female flesh.I was tasked with satisfying the leader of this. Up late because of the late night, she missed the initial breakfast meal. Martin Steele looked hard at her when she showed up at 9:45, but didn't say anything. She had the feeling she would be hearing from him later.Tom Smith studiously avoided her, not even glancing in her direction.Thankfully, it was another day with most of the holidaymakers off the island. There was a fishing contest and they were gone most of the day, leaving April time to recoup her energy. She spent some time swimming,. He convinced me to volunteer too. Since Jenny had gotten married, I didn’t have any reason to stick around stateside anymore.So, on February 3, 1966, Bill and I met at Travis AFB, California, and flew on a military contract flight to South Vietnam. We flew into Saigon (now Ho Chi Minh City) and spent a couple days processing in. Bill was assigned to a control tower in Nha Trang, on the coast, and I was assigned to a control tower in Pleiku, a small town in the central highlands of South.