If any of them had asked, I would have joined them in the bathroom and helped them join the mile high club, but I passed out. Laura nudged me awake in...the morning as the lights were coming up.The meetings were very similar to last time, long days locked in a conference room. I couldn’t wait to get out of my suit and head home. Wasn’t this part of why I was planning on quitting? Jessica could tell what I was thinking and suggested that the third day I play hooky and just tell everyone I had to. How I would lead her to the living room and ravage her on the sofa.How I would eagerly lap at her most intimate fluid.How my penis would explore the full depth of her vagina and push into her cervix and bring her to orgasm after exhilarating orgasm.How we would lie together for just a few short moments before our passions were aroused and our celebration of sensual enjoyment would begin again with renewed vigour.I finished with kisses as she had done and added;(Btw, my cock is uncut and 8. No sooner had I sat in one of the stalls, this guy can in the men's room and walked into my stall. I remember he said excuse me, but he was staring between my legs as he backed up.It's funny the things you can remember; the guy's name was Mark (the same as my best friend at the time). I guess he was 40 or so. He was taller than me and slim. He was very straight looking. I spread my legs so he could see my dick. He went into the stall next to me and pulled out his dick and stood close to. Yes, I was in a tent. To my right I saw a cargo bag and a back pack. They both had a camouflage pattern, though the cargo bag was a heavy canvas material and the pack was a lighter material – ripstop nylon, it looked like to me – parachute cloth with a liner on the inside. They looked like the ones I remembered seeing the soldiers carrying on TV coverage of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.Along with the sound of birds and dogs, I realized after a moment, I could hear laughter – little kid's.