’ she kept moaning in unison with each ‘…free fall…’, her lust running down my penis…fell flat on me drenching my abdomen completely… re...ted for few moments on my chest and rolled over panting in exhaustion… ‘…liked it…’I enquired… ‘…ummmm…’she smiled in ascent, and mumbled … ‘…thanks baavaa…Vinod won’t let me to come on his top…’‘…haven’t you finished…’ she enquired with surprise as I mounted her ….and gave herself completely…with a satisfied smile on her lips ‘…you are flooding me baavaa…’. I start pulling on laces fast as I can. “Socks too, punk” Off come the socks, now Im just sitting there. “They stink “? He asked with a shit eatin grin. I answer pretty softly, “Ya--- probably” “Excellent” he responds, and then continues “stuff um”. He didn't elaborate, but I figured what he meant, so I stuff my sweet funky smelling socks into my mouth. Little did he know, that at least for that part, it kinda made me a bit horny. “Roll down your window”. Again I follow orders without saying. I reached down to open my lips, and felt his tongue tentatively nudge at my hole. Then, I felt the unbelievably sexy feeling of his cum drip out of me in a big glob. He let loose a guttural sound, halfway between lust and repulsion. But, his tongue began to dart into me, scooping out his own cum. "You are my little cum-eater, aren't you pussy boy?" MMMmmmm, yyyeesssss," he moaned between sobs of lust."You love to eat my pussy, and suck your own cum, don't you? Don't you, cum-eater?" Yyyesss, I. He certainly wasn’t any more sexist than any other young field grade officer of his generation and certainly no misogynist. Sure, it irritated him that the best non-combat ‘sweet’ assignments ferrying some general officer around Europe or the Far East in a twin turbo prop fixed wing were being handed to new female aviators within a few months of graduating from flight school. In the old days an aviator ‘earned’ those kinds of cherry jobs after years and years of shitty assignments. Not any.