He got scared, had a job offer in Texas, felt closed in here and had gone. He was always fucking up with her. It was a pattern in his life. But a patt...ern that he clung to nonetheless. She was always there, he always was somewhere, and he came back everytime. It scared the hell out of him that he needed her. He tried hard not to need anybody. But not this time. Silently he slipped off his shoes, his wet shirt and slipped inside the living room. The sight that met him was hard to believe. There. The hands started to pull James" thighs apart, and heopened his eyes."I want to be the first cock in her pussy," said a broad shouldered whiteman in a black shirt who must be Driller."I will take her mouth," said the taller white guy."Then I guess I get her ass," said Darkseed who was bald and a deep darkmuscular brown."She's awake," said the tall guy. "Welcome to The Octagon, I am CommanderGoodson." What is the slut's name?" asked Driller."I am not a slut," said James, "I'm a... my name is. Sweaty, out of breath, they enter the cabin, and pounce on the waiting woman, dissolving into a sweaty mass."Damn!" I'll say!"It was Frank that first saw that this was an opportunity for some high adventure. "Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?" he queried. "If I get this right, there will be one hundred, sixty five women out here in the woods, that will fuck any man that comes in the door?" You got it," Johnny intoned, as he tossed his hat up into the air.We talked of nothing else, when. I wanted my cum to splash on her lips so bad I could envision it as if it were happening now. Well, I've got to keep serving menus to the other passengers; maybe we'll talk more about Germany and the Air force later. Sounds good, I replied and started eating. It wasn't until Andrea came back down the aisle forty five minutes later to collect up the trays that she slipped me a note as she reached for my tray. Meet me in 20 minutes in the rear of the meal cabin, read the note. My heart skipped.