..rather than a thick tree or worse, a church steeple. I wore no extra protective clothing, only my thin wool Army Air Corps uniform and a leather f...light helmet. Typically, American bomber crews wore heavy sheepskin lined leather flight gear because of the cold temperatures at the high altitudes they flew, but the turret gunner had no room for such attire, not even a parachute, in their cramped position, so their turret was electrically heated. Suddenly, I felt branches ripping at me,. Who was this woman? 'Come here darling, she said, spreading her legs and patting her knee and putting her cigar in the ashtray on the table. For some reason I obliged, confused at why I was saying and doing this, but on an automatic pilot I sat down compliantly. 'do you like your new clothes?' She said, as she stroked my thighs up to my hips. 'I do Mistress, I love them'. I said, grinding back against her, trying to spread my cheeks to expose my pussy. Pussy? Why am I... It doesn't matter, as. “On your knees slut. Suck me to the balls.” He demandedDawn groaned or growled I’m not sure which.I slipped off my seat and knelt with my back against the glass brick bar so that he could move in front of me and let me suck him off. Dawn had a perfect view and didn’t take her eyes off the action for the entire time it took for me to deep throat him to orgasm.When he’d cum he pulled out and zipped up as I stood up grinning. Dawn was agog. I leant across and kissed her on the lips, delving deep. For a moment, she was quite happy to let his milky white substance, pool in the little hollow where root met body, while she held his, still rigid cock, in her mouth, savouring the after taste of his spend. Then, in exquisite and deliberate slowness, she lowered her head, taking his entire length into her throat until her lips met the resistance of his balls and groin.She sucked around his girth, causing the cooling cum to pass between her lips and his cock once again, to return to the warmth.