“I love it here,” she sighed up at the stars. “Always have. This was my safe place after dad vanished on us, and mom crawled into a bottle of gi....”“I remember,” Tank murmured and took another drink.She looked at him with a sober, serious expression. “I used to come here all the time after you joined the Marines.”Tank clenched his teeth against a tightness in his chest. “Kerri, I’m sorry I left you alone with mom.”She turned to look him in the eyes. “Don’t you be sorry. Don’t you ever be sorry. Because Bob and Willie had already been physically down there, instead of flying and ‘swimming’ down, we teleported instead. Largely, so that in case the spy satellites weren’t tempted by our girls, they would never see us.Instead of going down in pairs we all went individually since everyone wanted to ‘do it on their own’.That led to some very humorous moments. (You know, like the Keystone Cops Go Scuba Diving?)As soon as we all materialized by the two submarines, Rex, Jeremy and Bruce. I managed to satisfy far larger women with more challenging physiques with my G-d given equipment and experience. I just could not convince myself to have intercourse with someone I didn't think really liked me.Sure enough she did come back to my apartment and my friend and his gal went back to his. We started hooking up very soon after we got back to my place and it wasn't long before we were both nude. "Oh my G-d, it's true," she said when she first set eyes on my cock. Yes, I too was. Growing up on a farm in North Dakota, there had always been lots of heavy chores to do, which left me with a sturdy physique, so I was chosen as the stagehand to open the spring loaded trap door, set its automatic closing device, and catch Arlene Calvin as she fell. If I had known this task was to be mine all summer long, I’d have gladly taken the job without pay. There were only two ways to access the room below the stage. One was to enter from a door in the orchestra pit. This was impossible.