It’s real bad. I cannot imagine how that must affect you.”“Yeah, well that’s for sure. Nobody can know how that feels who hasn’t experienced...it,” I said.“I’m sure that’s so. I’ve read some stuff about guys who come back from the war zone with injuries like yours. Some of them adapt, some of them don’t. I sure as hell hope that you are one of the ones who does,” she said. I snorted.“Yeah, well I’ve been trying for fifteen years that should tell you something,” I said. The college boys raised. She was right. Marcus stood up, looking down at the trembling, flushed white woman stretched out below him. Totally naked now, Leigh was a vision to behold. Petite, shapely and as white as snow, her body had all the right things in all the right places. A tiny waist and wide, curvy hips topped off her muscular, heart-shaped ass. Her full, meaty breasts were neither too big nor too small and were topped off with large, pink nipples that looked picture-perfect when hard. Her petite hands and feet. Too many items in her toiletry bag were not permitted in the cabin. Another frustration ... another delay. Thank God the flight was on time. The plane had been at the terminal overnight.They pushed back from the gate on time and she relaxed on the flight to Charlotte. The stop-over was one hour, long enough for Brenda to get off and find a food kiosk. She was finally hungry and beginning to settle down now that she was on her way. The flight to Boston was just over two hours and after eating. He pulled Dorette with her back against his chest, gripping hers with both hands. Before she knew it he had bared her small, sensitive tits and she shivered when his firm hands touched her nipples. In between her buttocks something was swelling inside his pants and she pushed her ass backwards against him. Richard didn’t need any more encouragement when she shoved her miniskirt up. He shoved her panties aside and his fingers moved through her pubic hair, straight for her warm cavity. Dorette.