As Greg stepped through the door to the john he took one look and stepped back out. He checked the door; it said "Men" on it. But this was like no men...s room he had ever been in. The walls were blue, not pink, but the mirrors had gold gilt frames and the light fixtures were mini-chandeliers. The floor was lushly carpeted, which seemed wildly useless to him. All of the stalls had doors and there wasn't a standalone urinal to be seen. A cramp inside reminded him that he didn't care about urinals. Iowa was sending the second crew to replace the ones in Africa and two more of their C130s.The crews were going on the C5 as part of the fourth load of chopper swaps. The General was also sending two additional standard C130J models to replace ours while they were grounded for inspections.The extra manpower from Sikorsky turned out 6 completed choppers the first week and that looked to be their target for next week. Along with the C5 agency flights, there would be a flight each week to Africa. We in a panic as well, got up and dressed and went after her to try to make her calm down. We went downstairs and she was crying on her bed after seeing her mother get fucked like that. She tried to explain her that her dad is a pathetic human and sex is need of every human being and that’s why she satisfied her with my lund. After talking to her for more than an hour, she stopped crying and said that she won’t tell anyone. Later next day, we were again fucking each other but this time I locked. Her father was Eastern European and she had that beautiful slavic look about her. Because it was so hot she was just wearing a tee shirt and shorts. We went into the dressing room and started kissing again, my tongue seeking out hers and she responded in kind. I slipped my hand into her shorts and was rubbing her sweet ass cheeks. I passed my fingers over her asshole and down to her little pussy. She was covered in a light down and she was very wet. She was grinding against me and I could feel.