There was a laundry next to each cafeteria. Cynthia and I headed for the laundry. We met Mary/Fran and Bob M., and Rick and Kit washing their bedding ...here too.I smiled at my crew!I found out the rest of the squadron would be arriving in twenty minutes. We went to the cafeteria next to the ID station to wait for them to arrive. I got Cynthia and me a cup of tea each. We could at least control the concentration.I contacted all of the squadron and let them know to meet us at spoke five. She simpered, "Now you can open your package!"He began to fumble at the buttons on her blouse, nervous, excited and totally confused."Keep talking, damn it," she whispered to him as she shrugged off her garment."You have such slender shoulders," he remarked, not only in response to her command, as he fondled them. He undid her brassiere without difficulty and let it drop to the floor. She had perky breasts, like those of a young teenager."Oh, my!" he gasped. He fell to his knees and pressed his. There really isn't any other way to put it. And the really strange part, the really, really strange part, is that I come from a straight-laced New England family and Otis is barely educated and was just a worker in one of my husband's warehouses.This is a strange tale, one that I find hard to believe even though I am living it. I first met Otis when he was working at our family's window manufacturing plant. He was a forklift operator and I'd just come by to pick my husband up to take him to the. He gaped with bugging, depraved eyes at the voluptuous missy's contorted, moisture-filled mouth clasped greedily around his growing white prick that he was sawing relentlessly into her face. The thin, tensile rim of her lips clung to it as though she feared he might suddenly pull it away from her. He grinned salaciously, while he fucked her mouth and watched her passion-twisted face as she sucked and licked his hardened rod as if it were some new wonder she had never before been exposed to..