Flight,” an older NCO said, as he came in the back door a short time later.“OK, Sarge. The passengers are already here,” the clerk answered, as ...he older man, a Sergeant First Class (SFC) came over to the desk.“Sawyer!” he proclaimed in amazement when he saw us.“How’s it hanging, Johnson?” Sawyer answered, as he obviously knew the man.“Same old shit,” Johnson answered. “You the passenger?”“Yes, I’m taking my new radio operator out to camp with his radio. It weighs 300 pounds.”“What radio? No. My mum must of paused the game. "Hey! What do you think you're doing!" I was at a loss for words. "Uh.." "I don't know" but the tent in my pajama bottoms told otherwise. I tried to cover it up but couldn't. My mother saw it. "Oh my," she said, "you seem to be just like most young men!" She joked. "Mum stop!" "I'm, I am sorry." She said its okay, and that everyone my age gets them. I was really tired and I told her that. My mother said "I told you that you shouldn't of played video games for. I was ushered into a pokey sitting room where the old woman was watching television. I was so uncomfortable. I saw a price list on the wall opposite. Services ranging from £15 - £80 pounds. Before I could digest all of the services I heard the front door open and close. Then, the sitting room door opened and a blonde lady of about 30 walked in wearing only a bra and knickers. She was a touch shorter than me, slightly curvy and with nice, full breasts, maybe a DD. Her accent was eastern. Her thighs were closed at first, obscuring most of the good parts from view, but she saw me looking. She gave me a small smile and spread them open, showing off her smooth slit to me. I liked that she was becoming less shy, though I knew that if Jess caught wind, she would take advantage of it.“Thank you,” I said quietly.“Any time,” she said with a giggle.“I might hold you to that,” I retorted. Jess’ hand came up and adjusted the rear-view mirror so she could see what we were doing; well, she.