I was incredibly horny. I'm sure Ken was too, although he hid it well. I jumped into bed eagerly; we had been planning this night for some time now. H...e pulled the thick comforter blanket over our heads and kissed my neck lightly. I giggled since he wasn't romantic most of the time. I knew there was really only one thing he wanted from me, but I didn't care. I wanted it, too. I pulled his shirt off, and he pulled off mine. I pressed my breasts against his chest, kissing him passionately. Ken was. The worst is when you are too late.The ringing of the phone had brought me out of a deep sleep. From what the commander said this was going to be a high profile search. A plane went down in the mountains west of here. They had an approximate area, and the search planes should have an exact location shortly after sunrise. We would be sent in to check for survivors. This was the routine that we played out a couple times a year. What made this one special was that some bigwig and his party had. But although alone in my room I was never quite 100% sure that I wouldn't be interrupted by a family member so I'd usually masturbate on my back with my legs slightly apart and my pajamas still on.Usually by the time I would climax I'd have one hand working my clitoris fairly quickly while using the other to work one or two fingers in and out of my vagina.On one occasion which I remember very vividly it was fairly late and everyone else was long in bed. On a whim I deliberately took my pajama. The house was a rambler, and as she exited the guest room Debbie noticed she had a view down the hall back towards the living room. "Looks like we did polish off at least the one bottle," she thought, glimpsing the dead soldier on the coffee table.Once in the bathroom, being naked from the waist down meant all she had to do was lift the lid, and the instant Debbie's butt hit the seat she unleashed a veritable torrent of piss."Ohh-h-h-h shit," she thought to herself, "fuck yeah that feels.