"Be advised you are on a restricted military channel. Suggest..." the voice started."Listen to me you little shit! We have a earth-ending emergency. G...t me your commander NOW! I have the honorary rank of Colonel, do it now before you're court martialed!" I said, trying to remain calm.Less than a minute later, an authoritative voice said, " Be advised again, this is a restricted channel." I know that! I am the one who set the damn thing up. This is Sifi actual, I have a Fletecon vessel that has. His hand started caressing me, and he stood directly behind me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck—he was tall, taller than my husband—and his other hand came around and started groping my left breast.I didn’t say anything. But I did shiver—a shiver of fear, I suppose, or possibly arousal. I didn’t know what this young man was doing, or how I felt about it…but my body was responding. I could feel myself getting wet, as the teenager dating my daughter openly groped me in the kitchen.He used. From them they learnt that only twenty men guarded each of the fishing villages, whilst eighty were stationed at Tyropolis. The expected transit from Tyropolis came on the evening of the third day.Hans, one of the radio men explained about the lack of any officers to take the call due to all the men being with the women they had discovered. There followed a long discussion, with Dave smiling broadly in the background.After Hans signed off, Dave explained to Shaun. “It seems the Major is not. He must have been horny as hell to want me like this, and the more I felt him move against my flesh the hornier I got, so I reached behind and scratched my ass, my hand coming into contact with his cock.He stopped moving as my hand touched him, he was waiting for my reaction, but I was doing this in my supposed sleep, it was cat and mouse stuff, all tease which would eventually lead to penetrative sex, but I wanted him to think he was fucking me as I slept, I wanted to give him the thrill of.