Their initial encounters in Snake Alley would probably be unique and they all needed to accept that. No one was to visit Snake Alley without the coope...ation of Bradley or another veteran. Their supervisor would take point and they would follow his instructions. Finally, after receiving assent from everyone, the older boy led them down the crooked lane. Incense from a temple they passed wafted over them and all but Bradley coughed.They had visited the area on previous occasions, just never late. Afew casual denim skirts were the only concession to comfort that Icould see. Then there were the blouses, again in the same dazzlingarray: business blouses, delicately and low-buttoned in satin, moreflirtatious ones in opaque lace, gypsy style ones meant for the summerthat showed the midriff. There was so much! This woman?s wardrobe musthave cost more to maintain each month than I made in a year!Then I turned, hands trembling, to the drawers. Inside the top drawer Ifound piles of knickers. All. I felt like a sleazy slut and I loved it, and I certainly wasn’t bored because of the social restrictions any longer.We lounged on the messy bedsheets, kissing, and groping each other. Matt went down on me and cleaned my pussy with his tongue, and brought me through a beautiful orgasm. Then he suggested we take a shower together. We didn’t have sex in the shower, but we had fun lathering each other’s bodies in soap and we did make out, fondling each other, getting horny again. My pussy wasn’t. The wet feeling seemed to go all the way through her, and the pressure of his penetrating cock came to rest at the tip of her spine as all the jumbles of nerves in her body sang.Her nipples swelled and hardened, pushing into his bare chest as her fingers skittered like pale spiders down his back, trying to find purchase on his ass as he thrust in-out, in-out. She wanted to grab hold with both hands and pull him all the way into her but couldn't quite reach. They went on like that anyway, until.