' They were cycled back to the States from Burma – or whatever the hell it was called these days – and their officer had been promoted.There was s...uba gear in the chopper. It was pretty obvious we were going for a swim. Somebody higher up in the food chain always thought it was a good idea to interrupt our sleep cycle and dump us into something borderline dangerous. We never knew if it was real or not. To us, everything was real.The briefing we got from the guy in the front of the chopper was. My entire bottom half was now naked, open for anybody in the room to ogle.But I was asleep still. That’s what I would tell them.The breathing between my legs suddenly stopped.I stopped breathing, and waited.The fingers of the hands on my behind curled into claws, the nails sinking calmly into the creamy flesh there. Gently they scratched their way down the backs of my thighs.Not painful. But not to be argued with either.They traced their way down my calves. I wondered if one of the hands would. Thinking about it makes me so hard now. Its all on the idea of fucking a stranger, except there is no emotional attachment, no contact. so if they do have a bf they arent cheating. and no Guilt. One day I logged on and let the camera roll. I started jerking my hard cock and then a thick blond bbw stopped. I could see her beautiful big tits bulging through her shirt as she bit her bottom lip. I asked her if she liked my cock, She replied saying she loves it. SHe kept watching me play with my. She squirmed in her seat, and felt her juices begin to flow again at the thought of the man's disgusting mouth hungry at her cunt, right here in an open den of sex and debauchery. She looked back at the stage, the large woman again drawing Barbara's gaze. The heavy woman held the male crossdresser by his hair, pulling his mouth from her large tit. She kept pulling, forcing him to bend his neck backward. Proud of her prize and power, she glowered back at the audience. She saw Barb's rapt.