Soon I feel his tongue flick across my left nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking it, as while as he gently plays with my right. I feel t...he pleasure arising in my soul as I feel them hardening to his gentle touch.“More…?” I gasp out as he plays with my nipples, letting them turn rock hard and sticking straight up.Without answering me, he smiled at me as he started licking at my stomach, bathing it in warm saliva. With one of his hands, he gently rubs around my thighs. I moan. "Oh! I don't think I've ever seen any of these, babe!" She'd found my wanking supplies. "I didn't know we had so many gay movies." She pulled out a DVD and read the title. "Hmm, how about this one, 'A Matter Of Size'? Is it any good?" Was it any good? Was she k**ding? It was a DVD of a 20 year old VHS from the days when I owned a small video store. There was nothing like going to visit our adult video supplier. After going through the front office, which looked very business-like, I would go. It was obvious she was an important passenger. The pilot, Lt. Bobby Gates from Kerrville, Texas, was a "nugget" or Navy aviator on his first tour aboard an aircraft carrier. So was his co-pilot and flight school partner, Shelly Schlumburger, a sarcastic brunette from Amsterdam Avenue in Brooklyn. Both knew better than to pry into the affairs of the young, attractive female officer. All they knew was that she rated a special pick-up and a tanker rendezvous en route; radio silence until 350 miles. After a few minutes, the kitchen window, which was facing the garden opened up and through my half-closed eyes I saw Neil’s head popping out. “Oy!” he shouted and the annoyance that had been simmering inside me since I heard him enter the house shot up to the boiling point. He could be such a lummox. I ignored him, pretending to nap. “Oy, Sam!” he wouldn’t be swayed and I opened my eyes.“What?” I asked rudely, hoping he wasn’t coming out into the garden. “I made some lemonade, you must be.