I manage to stifle a groan and I watch as he grins. “You’re so turned on you can’t see straight aren’t you?” he says “No,” I try to conv...nce him, convince myself, I shouldn’t want this, I shouldn’t desire to be fucked like a whore on the cold concrete, but I can’t deny it, he sees the look on my face, can feel the wetness between my thighs, “no, of course I’m not turned on by this, get your hands off me.” The three men laugh and Mark, the observant one says “You shouldn’t lie, there are. She then beganundressing and then raised an eyebrow; What are your waiting for?Musical accompaniment? I then began striping, (probably resembling theTasmanian devil with my alacrity *[SAT WORD!!!]*). Soon we were both naked, and lying on my bed, spoon-like. It wassomehow comforting to just lie there holding her, and I think that sherealized that I needed to slow down . I felt wonderful, even though Iexpected this to be the end of the evening. I appreciated that she seemedto have own this. It seperates into two.I taste my finger.It's my salty cum,it tastes like subtley flavored soup stock, like celery and salt.I can still smell pineaplle on my finger as I dip into my cunt and bring my finger to my face.My finger is coated in slick juice. The suds run over it and onto my palm.I slide the finger into my mouth,letting the cum slide off onto my tongue and lips.My bath water is getting cold.My clitoris twinges as if I need to pee.I kneel down into the warm bath water.It laps. Your height is distinctive. You'd be doing better setting down. The height isn't so obvious and there's plenty of park benches and lots of grass."He got that far away look again and I noticed a few of the other marines sitting down."That must be handy in a fire fight." I said.He looked at me with a puzzled expression."The sub-vocal comm link." I explained. "I just noticed some of the others setting down. That had to come from you." Oh, you're good." he grinned. "Since you were a marine are you.