The Admiral was not real happy about that. His orders limited my authority to maintaining our position and security." How ... never mind." I probably ...asn't clear in my summary. The feast was a four day event. By the end of day two, we hadn't heard from any of the officers and they didn't respond to calls. This prompted us to assess our defensive position and we didn't like it at all. Since my orders set security as a top priority, we chose to improve our situation. We moved to a higher orbit. The leather name tag on her flight suit displayed silver Command Pilot wings with the name 'Major J. Garret, USAF' centered beneath them. Due to its position on the suit, checking her nametag drew my attention to her chest. Under the snug-fitting custom tailored flight suit, her breasts were prominent enough that they should have gained my immediate attention. I also noticed that the suit fit the rest of her trim, athletic body like a glove; she obviously had all the standard-issue equipment,. We were dressed slutty and had split up in teams. Jana and I both have ‘D’ cup tits so we were a team, D team. We had not been in there more than five minutes when I got the first bite. These two guys came over and bought Jana and I a drink. They were trying to make small talk with us when Jana said ‘lets cut the crap, we just got here a couple of hours ago and we want to get laid, so if you guys are game lets get busy or leave so we can find someone else’. The guys looked at each other and. Rob pulled out of her after a few minutes or skin slapping thrusts, and Lisa turned around. Again, he pushed her back onto the bed. She slid back with her head close to the other end. Rob mounted her, slid into her soaking wet pussy and started thrusting again. The angle of all I could see was his ass nestling between her legs as he kept thrusting. Then he scooped under her legs and pushed her legs backwards to her shoulders rolling her hips upward. This time I could see his balls slapping her.