“I don’t mind at all.” I smiledWith That Helen knelt between my legs and started flicking her tongue tip over my nipple with her eyes looking up...at me to see my response. I’m sure my throbbing cock against her chest would be giving away more than my face, it felt so nice and I started to feel relaxed about this mature stranger turning me on.“Fetch my purple vibrator Dave, lets just see how effective this is.” she chuckled.“Bloody tart.” laughed Dave as he went inside their caravan.I looked at. .....sometimes even revealing. Wendy created excuses to go outside into the yard when Jerrod was there. It didn't take long for it to happen........ "Hello neighbor", Jerrod said to Wendy as she came out the side door from her kitchen. Wendy approached him and they carried on some small talk and chit chat and formally introduced themselves to each other. Wendy was overwhelmed by the handsome features and natural smile of his face. Wendy enjoyed watching his eyes explore her body. He. Well by now my cock was so hard I thought it was going to explode, so I sat up and wiped my mouth to see Margaret looking at me with a smile on her face, meanwhile looking at my cock, she maneuvered me on to my back and straddled me all the time smiling and looking in to my eyes, she slowly slid back and reaching between her legs grabbed my hard cock before guiding it in to her wet and warm (and still quite tight, not that I was an expert) pussy, for what seemed like forever she just sat there. The reason given for asking permission to turn our sonar on is a lie.”“Where did you hear that we have to ask permission. That is a relatively new development, and nobody that hasn’t sailed as a sonar op or secret squirrel should know that.”A secret squirrel is slang for a person that works in the comms room on a Canadian warship. They do more than basic comms, including spying on other nations using various electronics and ship sensors. Most of what they do is highly secretive.“It matters not..