’ My hands clenched convulsively around his, and I sucked in a huge breath of air. For the rest of my life. For as long as we both shall live. Forev...r. With a stranger. He must have felt the same—I saw his knuckles turning white from holding my hands so hard. He was crushing the delicate bones of my fingers, but I didn’t care. It seemed as though we both needed an anchor, something solid to hold onto, some sort of slight connection that might guide us toward a semblance of happiness. He lifted. “So,” she continued, “all his friends would be watching, while...” She came in and ground against me.“He’d be showing you off to his mates,” I fondled her ass, then rolled her skirt up to find thin, seamless boy-cut panties, “about what a gorgeous ass his girl has, in these thin seamless panties.” I fondled her ass through the taut, fine fabric.“He’d expose me to all his mates?” Faye gasped.“Who knows where it would end,” I said gravely, “if you didn’t say ‘no’.”“My ass is too big anyway,” Faye. The TSA security staff can’t do more than follow policy. I can’t believe they didn’t ask for any identification or frisk you before bringing you into an interrogation room. Dumb ass detective thinks he has a child sex trafficking international-news making conviction waiting in here. Just keep stringing him along. His showboating will get his ass back to detecting expired parking meters in the bad parts of town, at night, on streets with few street lights.”Having gotten loose from the two. Now when I was in Basic you always heard rumors about lesbian and dykes in the Navy. In basic training we were watched pretty closely and I never saw anything to verify those rumors. That’s until I got to Pensacola. The first week I got there I reported on a Thursday and had the whole weekend off. Everything was normal until Friday night. I felt like I had been invited to a Roman orgy. Guys were going in and out of girl’s rooms and you could hear the shuttle sounds of love making coming from.