You know the sound that's made when your stroking your dick and the skin rolls over the top than back down? I swear that's what I heard. I sat there t...rying to figure out if he was really jerking off or if I was imagining it. the only way to find out would be to look, so I rested back against the couch, then used my peripheral the look. sure enough he was slowly stroking his dick. I got really nervous, id never been in this situation before, what should I say or do? I couldn't stop staring. "The guy said, "Straight out of the Non-Com and officers' manual for the forces."I smiled, "It applies." That it does."We got Sandy her sandwich and according to the ACE, we got her a Diet Coke. We brought it back to her and she disappeared into the break room. I shook hands all around and went to look for Sandy. She was savoring her sandwich.I stuck out my hand to shake hers and she stood up. She said, "You can kiss my cheek. I trust you."I did. I kissed her cheek, saying I hoped to see her. Tyla and I had often taken turns giving each other massages, so I was not at all concerned, thinking that she was rested and trying to relax my tensed muscles.I giggled softly, spreading my legs slightly, allowing her hands access to my inner thighs. The firm pressure working slowly with methodical ease went higher and higher until I felt, the fingers begin rubbing against my pussy. I squirmed raising my buttocks off the floor in response to the hands, and felt fingertips pulling at my shorts,. “I had better get back to work. I think they are looking for me.” It was Julie. With her orgasm over her attention to business returned.“Wash up in the private office washroom before you go out, Julie.”“OK, I’ll talk to you tonight. Remember to use a condom.”“No worries. I love you.”“I love you too. Thanks for doing that for me. I’ve been frustrated with you away over there.”“We’ll be home in a couple of days. Marg and I will fly in the late afternoon. I’ll ask her to spend the night with us.