. Oh! Your 'extramarital' activities?'Béla chuckled at the phrase she knew he would never use to her face regarding her sexual proclivities. 'He may ...ot say it to me, but he does think it, doesn't he?' Béla replied, half thinking to herself, now. 'It pleases him that I fly free, yet return to him at day's end. But like any male, he wants to be the only one I love.''Do you feel threatened by the fact that I could give him that, while you cannot?' Annalisa asked, daring to press her case. Great, Lana was going to fuck my girlfriend before I ever got to. I hoped at least I would get a front row seat.I thought maybe she'd come home with us, but she wanted me to take her home, and I got only some brief, timid kisses as she said goodbye. So it was a bit of a surprise when Lana told me that the four of us were going on Friday night to a platoon party. Oh, and she and Cindy were going to perform."No fucking way!" I shouted at Bart. "I don't want my girlfriend performing for a bunch of. He can tell. Pushing one finger inside her first, Mat forces her open, and she gasps. “Relax babygirl,” he tells her, working his finger into her. Abby’s breath is already ragged, staring into her dad’s hungry eyes. He moves in and out of her for a little while, working her up to the feeling. When he can’t take it anymore, he adds another finger. Abby moans, bringing Mat’s dick past full hardness. Fuck, she is tight.“Your g-spot is right… here,” he says, pressing the pads of his two fingers up. I visited her every other day after work.We often ate dinner together and talked. After this one she brought out an obviously old envelope with a three cent postage stamp on it."Read this," is all she said as she handed it to me. I opened it carefully and read:My Dear Lucy,If you are reading this, I will not be coming back home. My sister had instructions to mail it if she was informed I was killed in combat.I can never forget the time I stayed at your home. I can never forget you. The memories.