"Just a minute!" I yelled while I was gathering the evidence of my sexual escapade. I threw all my toys on my bed, took off my shoes and stockings, gr...bbed my robe, and pulled the door closed. I stopped the DVD player, and turned on the TV. I opened the door, and there stood Amber, all teary eyed. I could tell she had been crying. "Come in Amber! What's wrong?!?" I asked her, knowing her and Justin had been arguing. "I just can't take it anymore Stacy!" she cried as she. The room spun, my head throbbed and my mouth slowly started to fill with a sour saliva. I leaned forward in an attempt to reduce my nausea.It didn't help much. Suddenly my ears were assaulted by a booming voice.“Good morning, Mister Johnson! Sleep well?”I groaned and mumbled, each word a pain.“Could you please not shout?”“I'm not shouting, Mister Johnson.”I retched softly and held my head. The booming voice chuckled and I retched again, trying to fight back the bile.“Well you are about as. She looked over at me, I had moved my hand under my towel and was lightly stroking my swollen clit, she smiled and asked if I would mnd lending her a hand. I could tell she wanted to do this for her BF, while I was not physically attracted to him, I was so fucking horny, and drunk, I said sure, so I walked over gave her a long kiss, and than started stroking his cock, it was so hard, decent size probably 7 inches, and fairly thick. She went over and started kissing him' he was moaning and. “Not a clue, Private, not a clue. I wouldn’t worry about it though.”“How come?”“Well, that Gooney Bird dropped us somewhere in Latin America. Tomorrow morning, all we have to do is figure out where the sun comes up, turn left, and start marching north. Sooner or later, we’re bound to hit Texas!” Martinez grinned at that, and most of the others chuckled or laughed. The mood lightened considerably. “Listen, guys, we’re the Eighty-Second-Fucking-Airborne! We’re going home if we have to walk the.