The good news is that at least we got home to them every other day. The bad news is that we were bone weary with the continuous duty the night before....This made us not so frisky when young people like us should be.Being in the military, we were all stuck with a budget that pre-empted any heavy partying at the nightclubs in town, only going there on special occasions. So we banded together for some fun and games, and it turned into a weekly ritual. The girls, being deprived their date around. She took a deep breath, and loudly demanded, "Why did you do that? Didn't we say no touching?" She was trying to sound angry, but it wasn't anger that I heard in her voice. She quickly moved to straddle my lap. My cock was safely pressed into her stomach, but the base of it had to be crushing her clit. "You've been lusting my breasts this whole time, haven't you. I should have known you wouldn't be able to control yourself." I would have been worried except she was rubbing herself against my. I tiptoed into the open stall to the right and closed the door behind me quietly. Getting up onto the can, I could take a furtive look into the next stall.Lisa from accounting. Not like I'd ever seen her before nor expected to ever see her. She was usually quiet and frankly everyone thought she must be a terrible bore. She still wore those nerdy glasses, but here her blouse was open and her tits were shoved out of her tight bra. Her lacy panties were crumbled up on top of the toilet, next to. 'We got about two thousand acres. I assume you can ride." Yes'm," I said, stepping up beside her and watching her obviously unfettered breasts jiggle, the nipples sharply defined under the silken shirt, more than a handful, those jugs, high and proud."Stop calling me ma'am," she said with a smile. "I don't need that. Call me Cindy. How old are you?"I told her and she raised an eyebrow."And you've done this kind of work, range hand, wrangler, whatever you want to call it?" Yep," I said. She.