I kissed her back and asked her why this sudden mood and she said she misses her parents who are out of town.I didn’t understand the connection at f...rst so I asked her and she den told me about how her mom dad still make out every other night even at this age this really turned me on. I had seen her mom, and she was a real bomb she had 36 boobs and 34 ass. I had fantasized about Pooja’s mom a few times before too but never dared to speak to her about it. I started asking her details as to what. I’ve put a finger inside me and there’s no room for something like this to go in there.”“Trust me, it will fit,” he groaned. His mind alerted him to the inference he’d just made. “I don’t mean mine,” he added, hastily.“It’s scary to even think about,” she said. “Not yours. Yours isn’t scary. But it would never fit. I don’t care what you say.”“Not mine,” he said, repeating her comment, though with a very different meaning. He was thinking about what it might be like feeling him proving her. I’d been with the 81st Airborne in vehicle maintenance for almost 6- months before our unit was sent to Iraq. Being one of only one hundred women in a battalion of over 5000 men had both advantages and disadvantages and I was getting used to both. I was committed to making my career in the Army and this was my big chance to prove myself. Being in a combat area, even if I wasn’t a front line trooper, was a scary thing. Originally there were two women in our 6-person squad. My friend. I looked into the mirror to watch myself draw each glove up over my arms. I pulled them up over my entire arm, up to my shoulders. With my heart pounding so fast, I sorted through the lingerie in the hamper, picking red lacy panties, a garter belt, and shear seamed stockings to jack off with that second time. Well, and a third, fourth, fifth…Even now in the 50s my visions are filled with women in blowjob red lipstick, garter belts and stockings. Unobtainable goddesses. In my dad’s closet.