It growled in excitement. Barely audible to Ama but she could hear it. Making her slightly bite her lip, her heart beginning to race.She felt a bit of...pressure on her thighs. Like it was trying to spread them.She grinned slightly aiding it by slowly opening her legs for it.Suddenly she felt weight pressing against her pelvis. She ushered a slight moan feeling something rubbing against her slit. Her breaths started to speed up, breathing on her hand that she began to grasp the pillow with. Her. “I am waiting!”Sharn ignored the roaring voice, having learned over the last year that soldiers did a lot of yelling and that none of it was aimed at him unless he did something wrong. Which he never did. His tongue sticking out between his teeth and his jaw thrust forward stubbornly, he wrestled with the saddle until he got the buckles and straps all hooked together just like Corporal Kaykyssa showed him. When he was satisfied it was right, he turned around and looked for the approving face. It’s OK to touch yourself down there. That’s right….rub your hot swollen little man while the lips pleasure your nipples. Feels so good, doesn’t it? Now slide two fingers inside your dripping pussy. Feels like a tiny little dick, huh? Finger fuck yourself for a minute or so…..now bring your fingers up to your nose so you can smell your own sex.What……the lips are sucking your nectar from your fingers. The spirit must like the taste of hot, wet pussy. Well now…….there’s the proof. You feel the. You always take too long. Go in now or we'll be late. I don't want to keep Duncan and Amy waiting. I said we would be there be by half eight.” He pulls himself off the couch, stretches his tired aching back and wanders out of the room. She goes back to talking about work. “The Americans are idiots of course, but at least they pay up, unlike the Arabs. Once we've finalised this Emirates project, I want to move to the States for six months or so. The New York office has been pestering me to go.