Many places, a lot of faces, but oh those curvaceous female bodies still burn in my mind as what ifs. There are so many lustful thoughts that happened...during those years that one story can not cover them all. I am going to take a writers liberty and combine to very desirable ladies into 1 actual situation and that's what erotic fantasy is.One of my assignments had me issuing communications packages to aircrews at a base that experienced winters at there harshest. On this one January day, the. But I've had it for now. I rip open the stupid blouse, throwing it off, licking my fingers and pinching my nipples rapidly. My legs kick off the sheets and I stare at those red panties that turn you on so much. I dig my right hand into them, while the left one plays with my breasts. I squeal. It's so cold outside, and yet I'm in flames. I can feel my hard clit, almost dying to be exposed. I kneel and take them off, sitting back up again and rubbing it in circles. I know my neck is flushing red. Did she think him that shallow? “I don’t understand…” he said, hesitantly, still holding her close. “Why wouldn’t I want you anymore?” “B-because I’ll b-be ugly and fat and-“ the rest was incoherent, but he got the gist. “Jen, it’s just nine months. I’ll spend every day of that time showing you just how much I still want you if you need me to.” Immediately upon saying that, Fiona caught his eye, still watching in silence, and he wished he’d phrased the words differently. Perhaps she saw the. Oh well, I thought, I tried. I felt like I had failed to get through to her, and wrote off the exchange as a waste of time for me, and probably an annoyance for Patti.But she had heard me, as I found out a few weeks later, when my phone rang at two a.m. on a Sunday morning. When I answered I heard her easily recognized little-girl voice. "Coach, this is Patti. I need your help."Any time you are awakened by a call in the middle of the night, your mind automatically switches to disaster mode. I.