Instead, the base's Art Deco lamp posts bore artificial Christmas wreaths with blue and red lights. As it was currently 02:45 hours, the primary illum...ination within the dome of Camp Shackleton was reduced to twilight, causing the twinkling lights to really stand out.The gate guard, usually whatever equipment wasn't being used in Marine training or operations that month, this month were a pair of quarter-scale reproduction World War I fighter planes: a Sopwith Camel and a solid-red Fokker. ” Said Tuesday Wells. “I know this all must sound very strange, but I need you to listen and trust me.”“This DOES sound very strange. What do you mean we haven’t met yet and it was very hard getting a hold of me?” asked Farty Jimbo“Well, what is the date there?” asked Tuesday”“What the fuck do you mean what is the date here? It’s the same as the date there”“I seriously doubt that, Jimbo” said Tuesday. “I woke up this morning in a strange room. When I got out of bed, I realized I wasn’t wearing. I told him, "I've never done this before, but I want to suck your cock."Then I dropped to my knees on his Mom's kitchen floor. I unbuckled and unzipped his jeans, and they fell to the floor. His cock just about hit me in the face! It was hard, sticking straight out, and I wrapped my lips around it and also fondled his balls. I licked under his hard shaft. He had a long, thin cock - about seven or eight inches long - with a large fat head. Kind of a big, bulb head. I continued fondling his. I unwrapped the towel and swung my legs up onto the bed, my wet hair splayed carelessly across my pillow. A couple of gentle tugs on my now very erect nipples was all I could take, and my body demanded more. Almost unconsciously my hands slipped down, across my damp belly and between my thighs. I was desperate suddenly, my hips bucking up to meet my questing fingers. Ignoring the slow build up I usually needed, I spread my labia with one hand, while the other hand sought out the hard little nub.