As soon as Cathan stopped talking, Anneke raised her hand. Cathan nodded to her. "You used some terms that seem out of place. Before I go further with...my question, there are a couple of things I would like to share about me. I am not sure where we are going, but I am indebted to you for getting us out of there. In college, I earned a degree in animal psychology and I never anticipated using that knowledge the way I have had to at that farm. My specialty was how to maximize livestock performance. As soon as she put the SUV in park, she jammed her hand up my skirt, pulled at the waist of my panties, and palmed my naked pussy. I was dripping in her hand. I reached under her shirt and squeezed the breasts I’d waited to hold are morning. I rolled her nipples in between my finger and thumb. I pressed my saturated box hard against her hand. I rocked into a rhythmic grind. I could feel the heat and uncontrollable desire rising from in between my legs. At that moment, I didn’t give a shit about. She was not normally an indecisive person and under normal circumstances she could be quite assertive, but she couldn't deny the trepidation she felt at the prospect of making that initial call.She was a dark haired woman in her early forties, though she often received the compliment that she looked five years younger. Siobhan led a busy life despite no family commitments since her children had grown up and she and her husband had divorced some three years ago. She was slim and generally. There had been a quick call at the Base Q to collect the badges of Gunlayer 2nd, then to Berryl's where the men bade her a quick goodbye and then to the Base Squadron Transport pool to grab a seat on the shuttle which had room to spare. The men had donned their hard suits and Sally her skinny while waiting for the shuttle to depart."I'm Morg and he's TJ"."Suits, so tell me how a pair of Gunlayer 3rds get on the Rescue & Salvage Course in the first place and then how come you to have DCMs each?".