Flight Lieutenant Mark Hobson ran his hand over the sleek skin of the gate guardian Harrier at RAF Valley. “This,” he told the two younger men wit...h him, “is my favourite plane. I never got to fly a real one sadly. Those new ceremonial versions that got foisted on us, weaponless, tiny fuel tanks so they can’t do much or travel far, are a poor substitute, but at least they do fly.”“Still feel good though,” one of his companions said. “And those knobs out there,” he indicated behind him, “wouldn’t. Her moans where loud now without him kissing her, but neither of them cared. Slowly he flipped the bra down, exposing both of her breasts. While his lips and tongue pleasured one breast, his other hand covered her left one, gently rubbing and massaging it.He could tell that she was very excited by the way her hips moved with his hand in her lap. Her wetness was seeping in the chair underneath her and coating his hand. He increased the speed of his fingers pumping in and out of her, then. ”I kept walking toward the group. Hoover tried to stop me. “If you feel you too young for this, head on back, turn away.”I kept walking, he kept blabbing on and on. “Ain’t nothing illegal here, other than nudity outside a house. There’s a pretty little white cop that doesn’t give us any trouble. These women asked us to do this.”“Hoover,” I turned to face him, glaring at him. “I want every single one of you to fuck me.”He paused, eyes darting left and right, he cleared his throat, “Ok. I told dad I would get off work around one am, possibly later since someone had quit the night before, and we were short handed. I made my way to the showers and took a long shower, trying to let the drumming water massage the tension and soreness from my whole body. I lathered up my breasts and soaped my body, letting the relaxing scent sooth my hot skin. After rinsing off I realized I had forgotten my towel on the bench across the locker room. I peeked out around the curtain, and seeing no.