First off it was just pushing each other around that is until I turned just as he was about to push me on the back and he got a hand full of my breast... I didn't say or do anything about it, it was just all in fun. So we kept on going but it stayed in the back of my mind for some time and as we worked we started to wrestle around and as we did so Bob's hands found their way around my breast again but just on the side. But when he slapped my ass that got me going not the slap but his hand on my. She reached down to his crotch and grasped his cock and stroked it.He slid atop her, and she gasped as he stuffed his stiff thick dick in her cunt.“Fuck, baby, fuck,” he hissed in her ear as he began to frig her.She recognized her fucker’s voice. It was her father-in-law.“Oh, Turk!” she huffed. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and began hunching back at him.“You like your daddy-in-law fucking you, honey?” he chuffed as he pumped his prick in her. It doesn't take much to finish soaking her coat and quickly applying soap, all three of us soon have her giggling in pleasure as we work it into a rich lather. Cindy earns a moan as she begins work on her tail. Scratching the base while little Bobby works his way down her legs causing her to giggle and laugh as he cleans between each of her toes. He's enjoying himself as his wagging tail says before he starts up her legs again, only to pause and ask "can I wash your tummy?" and as she agrees,. At the entrance, I noticed that the same sort of spray truck was set up, just like the one that sprayed us down as we left the concourse.“When we entered, there was a separate area where we could wipe any of the remaining liquid from our suits and move to another place to take them off. The smell was irritating, and I was sure glad to move on through some heavy doors.“Our quarters were near a noisy runway and obviously thrown together. One of the suits told me we were in a hanger, but it was.