I got behind her and lowered the towel so I was holding it around her waist, and I leaned in to her to hold it up while I moved my hands around in fro...t of her. I dried down her legs, and as I moved back up again, I ran my fingertips up her inner thighs. I said, ‘Are you going to be warm enough? Maybe we ought to wrap you in something dry.’ ‘I think we ought to wrap you in something wet, instead’, she said. ‘But on the way to that, how ’bout we wrap me in some dry bedsheets? Are you going to. For some of the time I accompanied him on his tours to Germany. Germany is a great place to be posted but not much good if you are a horny woman who likes her husband in bed with her every night. I think for the first 18 months we were there he spent half the time away on exercise or courses. The story I am about to relate is of one such occasion.I think it was in 1982 we had been posted to a camp near Koln. Because Mike was off on a 4 month attachment to another unit I travelled out on my own.. "Can you get me a towel?" I asked, trying to shift the answer, as I slid out from under the sink. When I sat up, Mom handed me a towel and asked, an unreadable look on her face, "Do you often fuck your sister?" "No, that was the first time," I admitted. Hearing my mom say 'fuck', sounded really strange. I knew Mom had a foul mouth in the bedroom since the walls were thin, and I had heard her on many occasions beg Dad to 'fuck me hard', 'pound me' and 'give it to me like a slut'. "You expect me. “Oh, God,” she called out from beneath him.“You okay?”“Yeah,” she choked out, “it’s just really big.”“I’ll take it slow.” He rocked his hips a bit more and he felt her convulsing around him. The feeling was glorious and he couldn’t wait to get inside her and really feel her squeeze him. He arched his back and pushed his hips forward just enough to force the head of his cock in.She squealed beneath him. “Fuck,” she spat. “I thought you said you were going to go slow, not shove the whole.