Before it was a Naval Air Station ... it was a Naval Base and before that it was a Naval Yard with all the bells and whistles that go with it ... incl...ding a drydock, a floating drydock and a Graving dock.The new boat was large enough to be lifted by sling and placed on the hard but the crane to do the lifting wasn't ... large enough.Lance Corporal Jones next job was to push the junk and garbage of fifty years of disuse out of the floating drydock. Dragging the junk with the blade (bulldozers. Shes in a black tank top and short shorts grinding on me as she takes off my shirt. I start to lay down and get comfortable and she crawls up to me kissing my torso up to my neck and lips. I strip her of her top and she undoes the button to her shorts. I reach down and feel her cock under a soft layer of panties as she moans. She asked if I liked what I was doing. I didn’t say anything, I just pulled her closer and kissed her lips while I stroked her penis. Her moans were getting stronger as. David's eyes meandered down the rest of her body to her plump tummy and on to her smooth thighs and ass."Any coffee made?" he asked as he stepped behind her and pulled her to him as he did the night before. This time there was no clothes to get in the way and he found he liked this way much better. He slid his hands up her tummy and cupped her boobs, tweaking her nipples lightly between his thumb and forefinger."Right over there," she pointed as she squirmed out of his arms. "Oh, look!"David. "Oh I'm sorry Cindy," she informed the plump, black-haired woman. She had just finished lashing the younger woman over the ornate table in the living room of the second floor apartment they were in. "I'm afraid I was talking out loud." What's the trouble?" The other woman experimentally pulled on the nylon stockings holding her to the table. "By the way, I certainly don't want to come across as a whinner, but would you mind putting a pillow under my hips? Right where you have me bent over the.