I've been drinking coffee in the new mess tent when the captain walks in and reports, "Sir, we haven't had any luck finding Ben Blaine."I swear, "Shit... Not even the Apaches can find him?"He answers, "No Sir, he must be using something to shield himself from the thermal on the drone and the FLIR on the Apaches."I question, "How about the patrols?"The captain has a negative report on this too, "They haven't found any trace of their location. However, we did pickup their tracks several times and. .but then stopped.'The skirt, Mom. I want to see the skirt back up your legs again.''Jesus, Mark...you are the limit! There are lots of people eating in here...what are they going to think?''They will think I'm one hell of a lucky guy...and you are one hell of a sexy woman. Do it, Mom.' He even bent over his Mom and took the opportunity to look down her blouse to see the stupendous breasts bulging out from the tiny bra. Then D obeyed like a young c***d and moved her hem tantalisingly up her. I ripped my hand away and kinda ran back but then everyone kinda grabbed me and pushed me back up with her and my other friend. The guy with the bull horn saw us coming up and worked on encouraging me a little bit. In fact he said that he was pretty sure I was gonna win.I still didn't know what we were doing, but I figured I would give in and go along with it. There was 7 of us on stage - me, my 2 girlfriends and 4 other girls. The guy up there with us was talking into the bullhorn the whole. With f***e she pushed Sophia’s head down to her sopping wet pussy. Danny was no stranger to this, having slept with most boys in the neighborhood, Sophia however, had only ever kissed a boy. ‘What do I do?’ asked Sophia? ‘It’s easy, like you’re a dog lapping from your bowl’ so Sophia began to lap, then she thrust her strangely long tongue into her friends gaping pussy. Danny let out yelps of joy, letting Sophia know she was doing something right. ‘Good dog, that’s it, drink up all my juicy cum’.