I could feel Jays cock up against my ass. He reached around and fingered my clit, getting his finger nice and wet with my juices when he plunged them ...nto my tight cunt. Mmmmmmmmmmmm, he moaned in my ear. He pulled his fingers out and put them to his tongue. I was writhing up against him, just wanting him to ram me with his cock. Do you want to taste? He asked. I had never tasted my own juices before, but before I could answer, Jay thrust his fingers into my mouth. As I sucked them, tasting. 'How depressing, ' Yargos thought, realizing, 'it's to the point that the horrors of battle have become a refreshing relief.'But for now, his attention was focused on the task of staying alive as he crouched behind his shield in a tiny space, wedged between others.Yargos knew from the warmth of his shield that the sun had finally broken the horizon. The metal wall they helped form was already absorbing more and more of the early morning rays.Glancing down, Yargos could see that the arm strapped. Your tongue darting along my lips... encouraging and inviting my hands to explore you further....You pull back, momentarily, and stare into my eyes once again, enjoying the sensation of my hands on your tits as they hang down... keeping your hands on the armrests of my chair. As you stare at me, you lick your lips, your tongue lingering on your upper lip, and then tell me "I wore this skirt for you, too, Doug.... and I didn't wear something else...."I knew exactly what you were telling me.... Most of the guys were sitting alone and I could tell by the motion of their arms that they were jacking off as they watched the movies. I took a seat off the side aisle in the back row. I noticed that there was a man sitting by himself in the corner and so I sat in the middle of the row with a couple of seats between us. There was always the chance that a cop in plain clothes might be in attendance so if the guys were masturbating they would quickly stop when someone walked in and sat near.