Her name was Angela, age 23, very fair and soft-skinned (trust me, I know what I am talking about). She always used to wear tight t-shirts and jeans, ...eflecting her firm boobs and 34-28-34 figure appropriately. I always had this urge to see how those firm boobs were confined in that tiny t-shirt. Usually, we all sat very quietly in the cab after a whole night of hard work. But this one night, while I was sitting in the middle seat with my headphones on, I felt a head on my shoulder.I opened my. "Then tomorrow, assuming the boffins are happy with today's results, we'll get to launch the real things."Harry and his fellow pilots exchanged looks of excitement. It was then that he noticed the only feminine form in the room. What was his sister doing here?The major went on for some time, discussing weather, approach vectors, drop points, vectors back to Willow Lake RCAF Station, and bloodthirsty threats against any section leader stupid enough to drop before they were well over Willow Lake. ..That's fine with me, but what do i have to do with it?" I asked stupidly. "Well I need you to demonstrate on again, ya know?" I smiled and gladly said "Of course." They were giggling a lot as they began teasing me to get me hard. Emily had stripped down to her bra, but still had her pants on and Jessica just had on a wife beater, no bra, and a thong. Emily was squeezing her tits in my face and rubbing Jessica up and down though you could tell Jessica was a little uncomfortable being a goodie. That kosher?" she said with a smile."Well uh yeah. That's more than kosher," I said. I couldn't stop staring at her fucking boobs.She then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and slid them off. And I about had a fucking heart attack. Bridget stood in front of me in black bikini underwear and a black bra that showed off every amount of cleavage and thighs you could imagine from top to bottom. I stood there staring at her. Her stomach wasn't "flat" but it wasn't heavy. Nice firm thighs, bigger.