The long term living arrangements were motel-like buildings with usually three floors of rooms. How many to a room depended on your rank.Normally, I l...ved with two other reactor operators from my division on the sub. Men on temporary duty lived in a large building that originally had been open bay barracks, large rooms with rows of bunks and lockers with no privacy. As they tried to bring Navy living in tune with the twentieth century the sub base had put up walls to create individual rooms,. I did notice that she had several friends and they all seem to fit a pattern, very sexy, tall, large, Scandinavian blonds, with large boobs and Nordic looking features. It was odd that here was this small women accompanied with these large Scandinavian women. Well, one day I learned the truth about my little minx.I was working in the attic on some ventilation ducts and had removed the vent covers in the bedroom. I heard voices down the hall and Jean and her friend Gerta walked in the bedroom.. But there was still something I wanted and now I was going to get it. This was for me, because I wanted andneeded it. This was something he deserved, for all the abuse, I would walk away from this the winner.So when they asked me why I didn't want to press charges, I finally realised I had clicked back into survival mode and I put on a weak little voice like the brilliant performer I was and said: "I love him."He was still sleeping. I lay beside him, put my arm around him and wished he would do. And then his ass. She takes so much time pressing, rubbing, squeezing it to give him enjoyment. And then her fingers sneak to his asshole and enter him, pressing against his sides. She wonders if she should try to prostate massage him again. She finds the spot and thrusts a few times for his delight against the side of his prostate, but not enough for him to cum. Not yet.Down his thighs and calves, she goes, giving the full treatment to his feet as Karen had demonstrated. By the time she.