I was about to say something to Barry but he hadn’t returned. Was chatting up some cute 30’ish woman. Cute, no, damn gorgeous. Long, curly-blonde ...air, bitchin’ figure, and legs. Damn! Those lean legs, boldly in view from the slit in her black silk dress: tanned, smooth and long as marathon mile. I could also clearly see she wasn’t happy, mascara streaked from tears, mouth downturned. Damned if I wasn’t getting hard looking at her.Barry returned after I signaled him. A little annoyed I spewed. Dan took out the bottle of lube which he had put down the edge of his briefs and put a small amount onto the stiff cock and started to wank it some more.After about 10 minutes he crouched down so he was facing the glistening cock and took it into his mouth it tasted of cherry lube and precome.At this point all his butterflies and nerves went and he started to suck up and down on this very hard cock.Dan got into it fast and was sucking and wanking like his life depended on it and his own cock. Finishing their meal, they lingered over coffee and discussed their attack plans.Obtaining a jeep from the motor pool, they followed a series of increasingly rough roads covered with broken seashells until they reached the Forward Echelon. There were no guards or fencing, only a pair of massive steel doors with smaller doors at their base. Derek parked the jeep in a clump of trees overgrown with vines and they went to examine the door."A simple but strong tumbler lock," Derek muttered, his. Gabby: And since when have you started comparing me to most women?Dan: Well ... since ... okay I guess you never really have been like most women I know.Gabby: Exactly my point.Gabby: So just what is it you would want from me?Dan: You want me to tell you explicitly what I would like?Gabby: I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you to tell me.Dan: Well for starters you were in my bed when I came home after a long day at work, laying there in nothing but that teddy and fishnet stockings that you.