Carry takes over the Narrative again:We were bused to the Lumpkin County airport a few miles from Dahlonega. It has runways a bit over thirty-two hund...ed feet in length and can accommodate the C-130. There were two aircraft sitting on the tarmac when we arrived. All of the Airborne students were issued the standard Army T-11 parachutes. The non-Airborne students got to load the duffel bags on the second plane, and they would be landed at Eglin Air Force Base. The remainder of us would parachute. My affection for the machines had grown out of my nickname, which was a corruption of my name Harold Lee. Grandma Williams had called me Harley almost from the day I was born, and over the years, the rest of the family and then my friends had taken to calling me Harley as well. I'd even been called Harley by the rest of my unit when I was in the military.Even that damned voice had called me Harley, and where the hell was it when I needed it? All in my face when I was trapped in a hospital bed,. I stayed in and watched as a pair of younger guys opposite me got frisky with one another. One then stood up and turned round, propping himself up on the side of the jacuzzi while the other fucked him in the ass. I'd never really been a voyeur (other than watching porn movies) but this was turning me on. I watched as they went at it until the man doing the fucking shot his load. To my surprise they then changed positions and went at it again.I thanked them for the show and got out of the. Tim particularly enjoyed how, when Sandy reclined her seat and napped, he could play with her dress and decide just how much of his girlfriend he would show off to the truckers he passed. He knew that neither Sandy nor the truckers would object to his showing them the full length of her long, gorgeous legs, and from that fact he made the logical leap that she probably would not object to his showing them her slender hips, her tight, toned stomach and the summer tan line made by her bikini.