’ ‘I bet if Sandy was standing in front of him he would. He practically drools when she’s around,’ Becky joked. ‘No kidding, I swear I get h...s best sex on nights when we’ve been out with you guys Sandy,’ Patty laughed. ‘I’m so sorry about that Pat. He was sitting next to Tom one night when we were playing the flashing game and I think he saw me, umm, taste test for Tom,’ was Sandy’s embarrassed answer. ‘Oh Sandy, I’m not complaining or upset. Tease him all you want as long as I’m the one. "Is that so I can see out of the back window?" she asked. "No," I replied, "It's so I can see your tits more clearly!" To my complete astonishment she raised her t-shirt, exposing her breasts, covered by a tiny black, lace bra. "Like this," she said. "Cover yourself," I said in blind panic,"Do you want to get me struck off!" "I thought you wanted to see my tits," she grinned. "I do, but not here, for God's sake!" Her cheeky smile, lighting up her face, stirred dormant sensations in my loins.. There was simply no other way to explain the delays in deployment of the rest of the force and the main thrusts of the invasion themselves. Of course he did not give out truthful casualty figures for either side of the engagement. The media were under the impression that the marines were fighting suicidal groups of poorly armed greenie terrorists who had been sent out in crude biosuits laden with explosives and automatic weapons. They were told that there had been less than fifty marines killed. He places her other leg over his shoulder, opening her up to him. He ignores this for now however, and reaches up to her breasts, massaging them. He pays particular attention to her nipples, playing with them. She gasps at the electricity running straight down as he pinches first one nipple, then the other. He notices her reaction and blows cool air on to her waiting hole. Her body squirms for him. Her knees fall apart slightly, wanting more. Her hands meet his, and he lowers them down to her.