Somehow. Even when her groans draw deeper and more laboured, and urgent whispers invade my ears: "Oh God, coming. Fucking hell I'm coming."I swear I h...ar her squirt in the silence between her last word and a series of stifled groans, but can't be sure. I squeeze my eyes shut, mind filling in the blanks as I sense my cock flinching with desperate need."Good girl. Fuck, I love it when you come for me. Soak your knickers."Her gasping grows and then a single exhalation blasts over the wire into my. About 5 feet and 8 inches she was almost my height. She was about 100 pounds. I loved my women small. I preferred them a little shorter but she was like a goddess . She had a little sundress with her A cup tits making nice little mounds and her dark blond hair up in a pony tail. I couldn’t see her collar bones and her beautiful jaw line. That wonderful sideways grin. Then she blurted, “you going to let me use the bathroom or not?” Shit, I must have been zoning out. I stepped aside and she. Her perky, perfect breasts bouncing slightly as she struggles with her jeans. "get my towel..." I strip off my own shirt, the black lacy bra barely concealiling my C-cups. "I'll get that for you!" she volunteers, completely naked except for her pink thong, not covering her perfectly smooth, shaven pussy. Unclasping my bra before I can object, her hands slip around and take a firm hold on my breasts, one in each cool hand. I moan as she gently squeezes, playfully fondeling my nipples that are. Gossip and rumor had it that the Navy had lost the war in the Pacific and the Jap hordes were swarming the West Coast.'Drink' turned 21 on the 8th, graduated in June and qualified for Cadet flight training. He'd been actively seeking a pilots license starting in his Junior year and knew how to fly thanks to the flying club in college.After the attack on Pearl Harbor and the United States' entry into the war, the number of volunteers for pilot training was enormous. Demand for pilots meant that.