I told him I was. As I watched, he took off his uniform pants and hung them up in the closet. Standing there in his white boxers and t-shirt, he was t...e hottest guy I'd ever seen anywhere. He came back to the bed, sat, and took off his t-shirt. Sure enough, high up on his left arm near the shoulder was an anchor, with the words "U.S. Navy" under it. God, it was so hot! I fumbled with my shoes, kicking them off, and I pulled off my top, jeans and socks and finally my panties. He reached down and. My friend L., for example, climaxes if, with only one finger gently stimulating her G-spot, I suck her nipples as hard as I can. It's the nipple sucking that does it for her - and I'm only too happy to oblige because they are lovely nipples. Trouble is, I can't see her facial expressions when she cums because I am bent over concentrating on her tits. Can't have everything, I suppose! When I am in bed with P. she responds well if, without foreplay, I thrust at least two fingers, hard, in. The guy is fucking me good now, just with steady strokes in andout of me. He begins to go a little faster and asks me where heshould cum; I tell him anywhere he wants, on my ass, in my ass,on my face. That gets him going and he starts pounding me reallyhard now making me squeal like a real bitch. The other guy isstanding in front of me taunting me and telling me how slutty Isound and look when I feel the guy ram his cock deep in me andholds it, though I can also feel his cock pulsing and know. Perhaps my earlier encounter emboldened me with a new bravado, I don't know, but now a second man was wanting sexual contact with me, maybe the frustration I felt of being cheated on the first, I really did not know, but the sexual urges were returning, then I realized, unless he saw me enter, he had no way of knowing I was female, perhaps he thought I was another man, or a boy, either way, mentally I had dissociated myself from the situation and freed myself to enjoy this second encounter, God.