I let my head rest on his shoulder. He instinctly wrapped his arm around me he let his hand rest on my stomach. I don’t think either of us were inte...rested in the pacino flick at the moment, I know I wasn’t.I noticed his hand was slowly stroking my upper stomach; daring to go a little higher. I snuggled even closer to him, I let my head rest against his cheek. His hand light grazed my right breast through the thin bikini fabric. It grazed it again, then again. Finally he let his hand rest on the. Just in case. Satisfied ... or maybe not, the gunner reassembled the Brownings and picked up two boxes of cartridges at the Ammo window.Everything on the cart, he would tow the cart to his designated aircraft, struggle his way with his bits and pieces to the turret, install the guns on the mount and wait ... with the guns ... for the rest of the crew.Flight over ... the opposite occurred. Take them to the cart, take the cart to the armory, clean the guns, check the guns in, check the remaining. I grasp his head in my hands and pull his face to mine, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and running my tongue along it. My hands move to his chest and give a push rolling him to his back. His chest is so smooth, not a hair on it. My lips don’t leave Antonio’s as we log roll over and I’m now on top of him, his cock sandwiched between our bellies. Rising up, I lift my hips so that his cock pops up. I use my hands to support myself as I slowly position my pussy directly over his bulging. She too jumped off and the next woman walked up to me. Her clothing was still on so I was confused for a moment before she pinched my nose and put her lips to mine. I felt her tongue forcing its way inside of mine and then felt her spit a massive load of cum into my mouth. She took her mouth away and closed her hand over my mouth until it was all swallowed down. The crowd again cheered as the cameras showed no signs of cum in my mouth, all knowing that it was now sitting inside my stomach,.