But to be honest she figured it out, lifted her skirt over her as so her panties were on my dick and just gently rubbed up and down, slowly so no one ...ould notice. She kept on laughing, as if nothing was happening, all I could see from time to time she would bite her lower lip. Unfortunately it was a short drive so I didn’t cum, and in a way it was lucky coz it would be quiet hard getting into the house in white shorts with a stain on them. We got out and she just looked at me, at my bulge and. As I kiss her I give her right breast a gentle squeeze.As we exit the airport the road is a bit bumpy. My dick gets even harder as I watch spilled over cleavage jiggle with every bump in the road. We arrive home and we talk about the script I sent her when I was away. She says she has read it over many times, each time making her pussy wetter than the previous reading.As evening arrives we begin to get ready. I put on a nice pressed shirt and jeans. I decide at the last minute not to wear any. In the picture he wasn't dressed in a suit as I was used to seeing him, he was naked, and very obviously aroused. He had the body of a man who obviously worked out, with just the right amount of hair over his chest, perfect abs, and that mouthwatering v-shape down the front of his hips that drove me wild. His cock looked delicious, all I could think of was getting my lips around it. As I looked up from my phone I saw him watching me from a window on the ground floor. He'd managed to get me wet. "Meet me outside in four minutes!"When the squad arrived, they found their captain already changed into his Temperate Woodland "CADPAT" camouflage uniform, a P-225 pistol holstered to his web belt and a maroon paratrooper beret perched firmly over his crew cut."Sir," the squad corporal reported, "we need to draw ammunition for the C8s." You have none?" Whitefeather asked."Not a single round," the corporal confirmed."Good. Don't issue any. They're more likely to shoot each other than any.