She let go of me and I collapsed into the armchair behind me, out of breath. We just sat there for a few minutes, in silence. “Well, I think we sh...uld have a clean up before that breakdown truck arrives,” I said standing up. She stood up after me and followed me to the shower. We started to clean each other, then both of us started to get hard again. “One quick one before you go?” I asked. She didn't say anything, just turned me against the wall of the shower, with my asshole still. Her little ass cheeks curved toward each other, meeting just below her cunt. My cock began to grow in my boxers and pushed up on the fabric. I looked over at Megan and was further turned on by the bulge of her tit, which hung half out of the wide sleeve of her thin-strapped nightgown. Megan and I both got up to take a shower and Jen went to her room. When we got to the bathroom , Jen was the first thing Megan talked about. “Did you see that?” She asked, with a scowl of irritation. “See. What few supplies we carried were for us, not some turncoat who went to work for the VC. In the bush I had learned the hard way that prisoners were a bad liability, and could get you killed faster than an ambush or spring traps the VC loved to set on the trails. If it was one of our own we would risk our lives to help, but the enemy just didn't rate that kind of respect.My whole attitude as well as my teams had changed after we rescued some prisoners, and what I saw there took any pity I had. “I can do anything you want.” I was gone. My body took over and I was like a spectator to my own orgasm. I came for the first time with a woman, and without a cock, a dildo or my own fingers. It rolled through me, a wave of pleasure, an ecstasy of sex, wetness that just erupted from my pussy and I had no need to control it. It came so hard my hips convulsed upwards and I gasped, gripping the towel beneath me with both hands, trying and not trying to hang on.Megan seemed to know everything about.