“Mmm, just like that,” Mom purred as she pressed behind me. Her fingers rubbed up and down my arms. “Massage her. A little more pressure now. Ye..., yes, watch her face. Hear her moans. Her purrs. Let her reactions guide you. If she wants more, give it to her, if she needs you to be slow, then go slow. If you read your partner, futas, she'll be more likely to let you get that prize.“Her pussy.”I groaned as my mom said those words. She seemed to undulate behind me, almost humping against my naked. As He lifted my little black dress up over my bottom and slide my panties down to my knees I started to wiggle my bottom and grind my pelvis into his lap but he gave me a few quick slaps to my bum and told me to stop. The sting and the resulting warmth from those couple smacks were intoxicating, John explained that I would be punished his way and to do as I was told and then asked me if I understood what he was saying. I knew that I would have to do what was expected of me but I also knew that. Shock, surprise, whatever I don't know, she simply did not react, he was shooting at her and hitting her where ever he pointed, then he thrust his hand down her sweater and grabbed her breast, and his other hand her hair as he pulled her head out of the window.I could see his cock was in her mouth and it was moving in and out. He held her firmly and started to use his hips as he held her tightly, all the time looking over the car top to ensure no one was around.What struck me was just how. At least they had issued cold-weather headgear with fur earflaps, rather than those less-than-useless Army Air Force regulation billed caps. He stopped at his commanding officer's desk and languidly saluted. "Captain Judson Kirsch reporting as ordered." I'm an engineer, not a flipping soldier," he repeated for what must have been the twentieth time. "Sure, I know more about the P-40 and what keeps her in the air than any of those glorified flyboys and jumped-up mechanics at the Curtiss Wright.