In came Scott Brady, the head man."Good job, Sharon," be said, ignoring Becky and me, and talking to her. "I knew you'd volunteer to be the mommy! You...re such a slut!'"He smiled at her. I saw her smile back, while making no attempt to cover up."And now Daddy would like some of Mommy," he said.He walked over to her, pulled her up to standing, hugged her to him and began kissing her, deep, his tongue in her mouth, while tweaking her nipple with one hand.I hadn't known they were an item, but. This could have been a just a reaction of a dream she had so I decided to play it cool and not ask too many questions. “Thank you that was SOOOO good” I said to her as her head imerged from under the comforter. “No…Thank you!” was all I got in return with a huge smile on her face. We got up and had breakfast and hoped into the shower. In the shower I was looking at her ass and thinking of the great head I had received. Soon I was semi-hard and Gretchen noticed. “Is this for me” she asked. 20 years ago I worked in the Middle East in a small team of researchers. We were often based in a small camp in the desert, living in tents. The tents were either 2 or 4 person tents and in total out team ranged from 10-15 people, mostly men. However, there were 2 women in the team and it wasn’t long before I hit it off with one of them, I shall just call her D here. Unfortunately, we could not share a tent, partly because the project leader didn’t want to upset the local team members who were. Lynn had married a fellow student. He had enlisted in the Marines his senior year and was at Quantico.She saw him for a few days every month. Not often enough to keep that gnawing itch for sex scratched.Lynn lived in a duplex apartment in town and worked at the city hall.Jo Ann was still single. She was not willing to settle for the dull life with the men and boys there. She wanted to do better than become a baby maker in that hick town.She was going to the Junior College and working for a.