I see you’re having a good time honey” Her Sweet and giggle voice returned but her statement puzzled me.“What?” I said in confusion.“You soa...ed your panties and left a rather large wet spot” She said.My panties I had forgotten I was wearing them. I felt her hand across my bum as she slowly slid my panties off. I could now feel the moisture they held in spreading out on my thighs. She giggled as more of my panties were off and my little cunny was in her plain view. Her hands slowly worked their. But, it also was extremely hot and to be zipped up would have been ridiculous. 95 degrees, humid...typical August summer late afternoon/evening. Even at the gym, my bra was soaked. Sweat pouring forth. So, letting some air on the tits while riding seemed natural. Yes, I had a bra on while riding but a very skimpy bra as I enjoyed letting the twins out for air sometimes in public and few people ever rode the south side to actually get much viewing of my tits so I felt pretty comfortable doing. She clicked once to acknowledge.The tension hung in the air as the truck continued on. Soon it was out of sight. A few minutes passed and the western sentry reported that the truck had cleared the hill to the North and was out of sight.Time passed and Silver radioed her observations to the command center. Her relief, in the form of Matthew, came at the regularly scheduled time. He was walking across the road, when suddenly he looked off toward the north and broke into a run toward the barn.. Like two real close buddies who just happened to suck each other off. It didn't seem as guilt-ridden as his encounters with the others had been. He had even enjoyed Jose's piss. And he sure as hell enjoyed pissing into Jose's mouth.Was he, he wondered, turning? Becoming gay? Queering up? A cock-hungry, cum-loving faggot? He didn't think so. It hadn't turned Jose. Or had it? He was confused. Gay was something you're born with. Christ, he'd read that much somewhere. You don't go from heterosexual.