.." she said breathlessly, " ... and for another good fucking."We walked over to her car as she told me the reason for her to be working behind a chec...-out till in a NAAFI store in Catterick. I knew she was married, with a kid, when I picked her up in the pub – actually it was she who picked me up – and we had shared a quick frantic fuck against a wall. Her old man had since joined the RAF Regiment, the Rockapes, as they are known, and their depot is at Catterick. Karen was living in a hiring. From the tip of her slit downward, he kept moving, gently separating her lips. Still moving, slowly, deliberately, he began to toy with her wet opening. Watching her face, he slid his finger deep inside her. He was welcomed by the sound of her gasp. His finger moved in and out, fucking her slowly, sensually. He never took his eyes off hers. Each time he slid his finger in it was a little firmer and he would hold it in her a little longer. You could hear the sound of her wetness, and her. She went on to tell me that things had quieted down between her and Lance. In fact they had dinner the night before and managed to work out most of the financial arrangements of their divorce. She told me that they actually got along much better now than when they were together.I just smiled and shook my head as if I understood. She then asked me why I hadn’t been to her parents house in almost a month. I responded I just had not been feeling well lately and wanted to be alone. She frowned at. What do you think I should do next?’‘What are you wearing?’‘I’ve got my jacket on, a t-shirt and bra. My jeans a thong and my trainers on. Why?’‘I think you should left your top up and flash him your bra? :P’‘I don’t know if I should. This feels really weird’‘Go on babe. Your enjoying yourself I can tell, and if you flash him he may get his cock out and start wanking over you’‘Ok, hang on’‘Alright babe’ ‘OMG can’t believe I did that. I lifted up my top for him, and then as I was about to put.