He was dressed in a red silk shirt, a navy blue tie, and white jeans. Red, white and blue. His body writhed and his groin was about a foot in front of... Ella’s face. He moved around the room as the girls giggled and hollered.First the necktie came off, and he swiped it through his crotch a few times, educing more whoops, before tossing it into his bag. He made the rounds and a couple of the girls unbuttoned his shirt. The shirt came off, revealing a tank top underneath. He teased them a couple. ”“I can’t believe how repressed I was before Doc,” said Tessa. “And yes, one was his cock.”“Oh my,” said Tarryn. “I want him to be the first one in me.”“So, I want to hear all about your experience with Doc,” Tessa said, smiling at Tarryn’s desire for Doc’s cock. “All the slippery and orgasmic detail.”“Let’s go make lunch,” said Tarryn. “Cajun chicken salad.”“Sounds delicious,” replied Tessa. “Both the lunch and the story of your time with Doc.”“I’m glad I wore panties,” said Tarryn. “I’d be. Muffled groans escaped from my throat as our saliva mixed and my hands ran through her long hair. She smelt wonderful and was giving me the strongest erection of my life. We kissed for what seemed an eternity as I ran my tongue over those perfect teeth and gums. We both gasped for breath when we could, not wanting to break off and lose this precious moment we were sharing. I kissed her soft neck as she relaxed against me, the head of my cock bringing a sigh from her as it rubbed against her. All the while her thighs pressed together, her cunt throbbing dully and rhythmically under her uniform. She couldn’t afford this now. Couldn’t afford to think of what the thresher maw’s horrible tentacles did to her and her other female marines. She crouched low, letting her head droop between her knees and her chin-length brown hair flop freely as she lets the panic attack pass. In a few moments she straightens up, smoothing her form fitting uniform, and heads into the cockpit.To her left.