We started to french-kiss and our hands started to explore our body's. I quickly moved to those big breasts I watched all those times. Feeling them up... and moving my hand under the clothes to touch them skin on skin. I was so damn horny one hand moved down very fast after that, reaching into the spandex stretch pants very easily. There I found her nicely bald and already soaking wet pussy of all those fantasy stories. We still kissed as I moved my fingers on and in her pussy, making her moan. I felt blood swelling my muscles, my cock seemed to throb and grow, and I tingled from my balls to the pit of my stomach. I felt like I could fuck the world.I pulled down my zipper and opened my pants. I pushed them and my shorts together down over my hips, then I stood there with my legs spread and my cock standing up. Virginia looked up at me from under her brows and her eyes were intense, focused. Her mouth was open slightly and she seemed to have the faintest smile on her lips, but I. Nada. Neit. There was sex between some of the troops, of course, but often none---and so returning home, these young guys were practically exploding with frustrated sexual urges and desires; and the number one, overriding urge the came home with was to either fuck some woman, any woman, like crazy, or, it that wasn't a possibility, then lots and lots of masturbation (and plenty of porn to go with it), or, failing that, a blow job, and blow job by whoever was willing to give it; and that. " He ordered the thin lightly toasted 12 grain bagel with strawberry cream cheese on the side and a yogurt with fresh berries, a tall glass of Perrier with lemon and ice and a large Americano black. Adrian was impressed and said he would have the same. "What do you need to do today Adrian? Anything important on your agenda or do we have the day to explore?" He sat with his elbows on the table and his lovely manicured fingers with light colour polished nails joined steeple like together under.