Megan was tiny, only 4’-10” tall and barely 90 pounds. She had flaming red hair and average-sized boobs, but on her small frame, they looked very...large. She was a promising member of the gymnastic team. To say the least, the three were easily the most beautiful girls in school. They did everything together and were not-so-secretly known as the ‘terrific trio.’Mark was a senior, star quarterback and much sought after by college recruiters. And of course by girls. He was 6’-1” and 180. If it is a commercial flight, it is 3 o’clock. If it is an Air Force plane, it is 1500 hours. If it is a Navy aircraft, it is 6 bells. If it is an Army aircraft, the big hand is on the 12 and the little hand is on the 3. If it is a Marine Corps aircraft, it’s Thursday afternoon and 120 minutes to “Happy Hour.”During training exercises, the lieutenant who was driving down a muddy back road encountered another car stuck in the mud with a red-faced colonel at the wheel. “Your jeep stuck, sir?”. And let pants hit the floor, she takes off hers in kind and is about to take of the tie, and I stop her. ‘Oh no, you should leave that on.’ She smiles doesn’t ask why and we start kissing as I slide between her legs, her hips buck towards trying to get as close as possible. I reach my hand down the outside of her panties, she was wearing boy shorts that hung on her hips perfectly. A soft moan came from her hips. I took her panties off, and felt the heat and wetness before I even touched the. "Don't worry, though. I will guide you every step of the way, Jeff. You'll catch on in no time." He still looked worried, but I was determined to press on. "Take my hand in yours . . . like this," I said, "Then put your other hand at my waist . . . here." I slipped into a dancing posture quickly with him, placing his hands where they should go until we were abruptly face to face but still a respectful distance apart. Jeff did not move. He stared down at me, his jaw slack and a look of amazement.