Because of the challenging living conditions aboard a submarine, the crew builds a strong bond of fellowship to one another.I didn't receive my first ...letter until we returned to port; it had been seventy-seven days since we had first departed from Bangor. Mail call is almost as important as shore leave to the crew of a submarine; almost being the key word. I actually received two letters that day. The first one that I opened was from Mr. Taylor, my broker, telling me that he had made my stock. He tasted warm and a little bit salty. He gasped and pushed his cock toward me, nudging his tip against my lips. I opened my mouth and slid it along his cock, bobbing my head gently back and forth. As I gained in confidence handling this stranger, I took him deeper until my nose nestled in his pubes. His balls were swollen and obviously full to the brim of hot cum. and I planned to milk them completely! He groaned as I deep-throated him and gently humped his hips against my face. I continued. ”I was looking at them with a puppy face. I begged them again and fell to the guys feet. But he wasn’t ready to budge. They took me to an empty class room and one of the guys got a blue saree with a blouse.I removed my crop top. Nothing in their surprised them as it was already transperant. Then I slowly removed my jeans. They were shocked that I had no panty on. One of them called me a Randi and came near me and in a swift movement grabbed me.Within a moment I could feel hands all over me. One. But she really missed being with a man.She had dated for a while, but things didn't work out. She took her mind off things by doing various holiday activities, she even volunteered by feeding dinner to the homeless. Not only did she miss being with a man, she also missed having sex. She also had not have any sex for a while. The only time she ever pleasure herself is when she reads erotic novels in bed with a vibrator in her hand. She would take play with herself using a vibrator or sometimes.