He continued to finger my wet pussy and explore it as we continued to talk until our food came, we ate as fast as we could with little touches here an... there until we were ready to fuck right there. Finally my dad finished his food and i said lets get to the hotel my hubby has jet lag and wants to relax a bit. The whole way there we were in the back seat kissing and he was rubbing and fingering my pussy so hard i knew my dad could hear my wet juicy pussy squirting my cum all over my husbands. The remains of a rump steak, half a pile of chips, a smear of pepper sauce and an untouched portion of vegetables decorated the plate in front of her. A dribble of sauce was running down her chin. She wiped it as she swallowed the mouthful of food. I thought it wasn't a great menu choice. From what I remembered of her backside, the last thing she needed was more rump."Larry," she said holding out a limp hand, "nice to see you again." She smiled. I could see a piece of steak wedged between her. It was rumoured that at least two of the females of these houses were little more than prostitutes, not strictly true, yes they had sex with the Americans and yes the Americans were very generous to them but it wasn't a cash for sex transaction for these ladies. There was a hard-core locally of a few dozen, were girlfriends of these guys, the relationships only lasted as long as they were stationed at the base but over the years dozens did marry and move to the states, more than a few are still. (T minus one day)The quickening was now raging through his body and he couldn't wait for his wife to leave so that he could try on his new purchases. That evening he cajoled his wife into wearing full makeup, nylons, panties, a full-slip and high-heels during their farewell love making. His wife was used to him making this request occasionally and didn't mind because she knew that it would extremely arouse her husband and guarantee her at least two intense orgasms.What she didn't know was that.