"The skirt," I said quietly. She sobbed, loosened the catch on her skirt and it fell around her feet. She kicked it away toward the small pile of her ...ther clothes. She was an extremely erotic sight in a garter-belt and dark sheer stockings which showed off her perfect legs. The relatively high heels she was wearing served to define her calves and to cause her trim bottom to protrude. I enjoyed the sight for a moment longer then took my fingers from her cunt and looked up at her. Her hips. "Oh, touching works too," she replied while giggling and blushing.Skye looked down, noticing that his manhood was peering through his boxers and touching her. She quietly moaned to herself, pleased that this was just about to be hers. She had always dreamt about this. She wanted to be intimately close with Preston for awhile now and it was finally about to happen."Well, would you look at who can't take off their eyes off of me!" Mmhmm..." she replied.He then slightly pulled up her night-dress,. I didn't want to jinx it. She did mention that he seemed nice enough and speculated that maybe he was gay. I mentioned the "date" and his booty comment and she said that she still wasn't sure. I mentioned the size of his dick. It was big. Not enormous but much larger than average. Just the fact that I noticed was something. I guess I had been wondering about her reaction. She claimed not to have noticed.We went back to our places and our friend and I went to the bar to get us all refills. When. Any man who fails any element of the training will be brought back to this facility, transformed as Porto was, and then recycled into a female flight."He paused, while I considered the implications of what he said.A brief digression here: in basic training, one of the worse fates that can befall a recruit is to be 'recycled' - that is, kicked out of your own flight, and made to join a 'newer' flight that was not as far along in the training schedule. Every day of training completed means one.