The vans were hot and the air conditioning wasn't keeping up, though it was running full out.It was about 1345 when SFC Wilson came looking for me."We...can use your radio," he told me. "One of the receivers in the voice intercept van went out. The smoke drove the guys out of the van. They're pulling the radio now, but maintenance doesn't have a spare ready to go. Will your radio work on voice?" Yes, it will work on AM, FM, regular or selective SSB, CW, or RTTY." And will it fit in the rack. I’m not making you hard am I?”Oh, he was definitely hard. The teasing was nearly unbearable. He wanted to walk over to her cube,push her over the desk, push up her saree, and push his manhood in. The problem, he was way too conservative for that and he was way too unsure of the situation. There was definitely no denying, though, that she was teasing him mercilessly. As he stared at the screen on his phone, Shikha texted again. “Taking a while for you to answer. I bet you’re rock hard, and it’s. At the tip, precum was oozing out of his dick, like a baby drools on his bib. I began to lick the tip, and he tilted his head back, and let out a groan that was barely audible. I put my lips on his red knob and worked my way down. I had sucked a dick before, and knew what I was doing. I made my way down, and let his pubes tickle my nose. I grabbed his hips, and pulled them closer toward me, to make his warm, thick cock to dive deeper into my throat. He moaned louder this time, and he slowly. Nevertheless he headed towards her, carrying the backpack lest some monkey make off with it. The girl had by now achieved a sitting posture, her thin body leaning heavily on one hand as the other massaged her waist. As he reached her, he noted that she was completely covered in mud and dirt, her expensive looking (but no doubt cheap) bikini top and miniskirt having provided her little protection from the ravages of lover and nature. Bending down, he opened his mouth to offer help. Instead.