Her nipples were a dark pink and getting erect from the chilly night air. I tried not to look as she slid off her shorts.She wasn't wearing any pantie.... Her pubic hair was brown and softly illuminated by the glow of the firelight. She was shaking as she stood in front of the heat. She bent over to warm her round ass, as she did she asked me if I liked it.I felt my face flush with heat. I didn't know she saw me looking at her. I softly answered yes and she laughed at my embarrassment. She asked. ‘You’d never been a belt pilot before either.’ Dave grinned, despite his disappointment as he knew I was right. ‘Anyway, I’ll be there to back you up, right Em?’ He looked at me pointedly, daring me to disagree. ‘That’s right Stace, Dave will be on the other end of your earwig device. He’ll tell you what to do if you have a problem, okay?’ ‘If that’s what you think will work boss, I’m willing to try.’ Stacey didn’t sound completely convinced, but I knew with Dave’s help she’d be fine. ‘What. There were loud birds in the banyan trees outside. Loud noises of the street intersected with natural sound and the sun had blistered the wall where it landed in the same spot of that bathroom. I couldn’t wait to have Jason, His huge hands held me up as though I was a clay vessel and molded for his greatness. The Charm of his body, there was no hesitations. He hiked my blue dress up and grabbed my hips, our hands crossed over with him taking my silk thong off and my hands racing for his. The whole town came out to watch that practice, it was a real fireworks show when all 12 ballistas fired in volley!We also trained 100 people to specialize in throwing hand grenades. This was the "stick" variety of grenade, since it was easier for these people to learn. Training was kind of lack luster when we practiced with the dummy grenades, but interest picked up when they started practicing with live grenades. Again, there was an audience—people the world over like big bang noise.