I stood in the door and looked around for a moment, picking mine out. "Come on, girls -- we're leaving." Ron! Omigod! I'd hoped, but we've been held i... here..." Beatrice babbled. She and Bridgette broke from the crowd."Well, that's over, I think," I replied. The private nodded. "Come on -- I need to pick a fourth. Any recommendations?" I had to stop at that point because I had a couple of women trying to squeeze me to death! The private thumbed us out of there and began briefing the rest of the. ”She scanned my body. She stopped at about the middle of my body. I wondered what she looked at.“You haven’t seen a doctor?” She looked horrified.“I’m okay,” I said for the millionth first time.“Your intestine or something is sticking out.”“My what?”“Look!”With a sudden motion, she pulled my pajama bottom down.“Oh,” she said upon seeing my erection.The color of my face changed and became similar to my lower body part.“Is it that way because of the accident?” she asked.“Uh...”“You didn’t tell. My hand roams back over familiar territory back down to your womanly mound – as my fingers invade you. But again I chose my words badly because the do not invade – they are welcomed – your body has made the entrance not only easier with your wetness, but it almost beckons me on – to drive my fingers deeper. Your hand also comes up to the breast I am suckling on to massage it more – to caress it into my mouth to stimulate, I know that your breasts are becoming more full, more engorged with blood. I was rubbing my crotch thru my jean shorts when She saw me. She called me over and asked how long I had been watching her. I tried to tell her I just saw her when she reached over and rubbed my crotch. She said she knew I had been watching her for a few weeks now. She said it was ok and it would be our little secret. Justine was a little older than my mom. Probably in her late 40s. She had such a nice body. I loved watching her in her bikini and occasionally when she took off her top. She had.