I'm not sure if it was my voice that was laughing at the destruction around us or if it was Miranda ... or if we were both laughing together at the ca...nage.At the western edge of the forest about ten miles on the old Deseret side of the former front lines, a ridge with a reinforced concrete bunker and heavy gun emplacement rather suddenly gave us all of the opposition we could handle. A direct hit from their big 107mm anti-tank gun probably would have put us out of action, and one glancing. The driver had a wry smile on his face and said “Of course!”She hitched her dress up a little and opened her crossed legs so he could get a look at her hold up stocking tops, then her black thong. “Can you see?” she asked.“Ohh yeah lovely!” he saidShe giggled and pulled her dress back down. Before much longer we arrived at my place, she was out of the taxi before me. I paid the driver and he winked and said “Have fun!”We got into my apartment, and she kissed me straight away, running her hand. He applied heavy dark red lipstick and some eye shadow. I stood next to him and smiled at his reflection. I patted his bum. I turned him around, cupped his curvy arse, smoothed my hands over his encased sheen and we kissed hard. Likewise he was cupping and kneading my arse through my black tights and red knickers under my black kilt. ‘I stood up a married man to be with you this evening,’ I smirked as I pulled another ivory pair of pantyhose with the crotch cut out, over his chest and arms.. She moaned softly. She opened her eyes and was staring straight at him as she opened her mouth and her lips closed around the sausage. She moved her knee and the skirt fell back exposing her thong. He stared and stopped eating as she sucked on that sausage before dragging her teeth around it without piercing the covering. It was the most erotic thing he’d seen on a date. And when she closed her eyes again and bit slowly into it he could see the sausage compressing between her white teeth before.