I kept up my routine of walking around in my undies, trying to get his attention, and slowly got more desperate. Now when I took showers, I never clos...ed the door anymore. I'd stand under the running water for an hour, just hoping he'd walk by and see me. I heard a creak by the door once and my heart started pounding, I reached for the soap and started to "wash" myself, slowly rubbing my slippery chest and trailing down to my pussy, sliding the bar of soap around my mound and slipping it between. As the spooks disappeared, tradecraft for spies and their mercs, I gently took Roxie by the hand and led her into cabin. Balancing our coffees, we secured ourselves inside for the time being. Outside, things were gradually changing beyond the normal scheme of day-to-day routine. I figured we had time for closer connection.“You know, Roxy,” I started, “yes, it’s a strange day and people are getting dangerously in a panic. But, you’re looking terrific, Ms. Dunes.” Geezus, freshly oiled, toned and. It looks like he, uh, died in Afghanistan.”“Stupid asshole!” Tiff hissed past the tears that started to pour down her cheeks. “Stupid fucking asshole.” Strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, drawing her up against something warm and sleek and strong. She buried her face against the soft neck of the Gal’Sem marine, her nose snuffling as snot poured out of her nostrils. She tried to stem the tide, but wracking sobs tore their way out of her throat, raw and ragged. She slammed her fist down in. His dick was hard, about 8 inches, thick, with a meaty purple head, and two big balls, hanging low and lazy. I wrapped my hands around his balls, and my lips around his dickhead, and started to work it. While my hands played with his balls, I started to taste the salty dirt of his skin.Aroused by the strong smell of his crotch, I covered more of his meat with my mouth, until his head was hitting my throat. I tightened my lips around his nigger, trying to massage him the best way. I wasn't.