"Hurry up slut! Don't just sit there and stare at me," Rodge said in avery demanding tone, it shook Jim out of his thought and he just leaneddown and ...egan to lick up the cum. Once done Jim stood, as Rodge washedhis hands, and offered to give Jim his number. Jim pulled his phone out,"You can put me in there as Daddy Rodge. Sent me a text so I have yournumber, I could always use a good local cock slut." Jim did as he wastold and sent a text, -Thanks for the yummy load Daddy!- Rodge laughedand. Jennifer stood up and threw her hands over her head, "Listen if your not going to tell me, then just tell me that you're not going to tell me! Geez! And I thought we were friends!" she yelled now with her hands on her hips."Jennifer, how else can I convince you that that is what happened?" Stop it, Alex! There is NO WAY that Emily would do THAT!" But she did do-" Alex! Stop it! If you are going to tell me that Emily touched your, uhm, penis, well you can stop it right now because I don't. There was no subtlety in my pelvic responses, moving my hips so I was adding to her contact.As Sweetness continued to massage, she lowered her own hips so she sat right on my foot. I wiggled my toes lightly as she slid her vulva back and forth over them. Her lacy underwear was silky in the middle. As they moved back and forth against my pinky toe and the side of my foot, I felt her panties get warm and wet.Sweetness climbed up my back so her legs pressed against my hands. I felt along her leg. First, there was the perilous leg by ship through the Mediterranean, subject as they were to attacks by German and Italian bombers. The two merchant vessels carrying the squadron's personnel and aircraft then had to pass through the Dardenelles into the Black Sea and to the port of Novorossiysk. The aircraft were then assembled and flown to Stavropol. There they were to wait while the Squadron's support vehicles caught up with them.By that time it was the middle of April 1942 and the Spring.