He laughed a bit, low so I couldn’t hear him very well. He obviously didn’t want me to know who he was. At this point, I am not so sure it is my h...sband. The scent from the shirt is slowly making its way to my brain. The shirt smells delicious, but not wholly familiar as my husband's scent should be. Then he was finger fucking me with two fingers, slowly. I moan in pleasure. “More, faster,” I asked with a moan. He pushes three fingers inside, slowly at first with an increasing pace. I love. I guess they must be officers or NCOs. They look like they’re in the service but they’re too old to be young privates like most of the men who fucked me tonight.One of them talked quietly to Momma while the others were making conversation with me and the other girl. They have obviously been drinking but they don’t seem drunk or obnoxious. I saw Momma nod her head and then all of us followed her down the hall to a slightly larger room than the cubicle in which I’ve been entertaining all. He woke up with a start as the glass hit the floor."How are you feeling? Oh, you're cold! What was I thinking?" He said. "Let me fetch you something to wear."He went into his wardrobe and chose one of his old poet shirts, it would make a good nightie for her as it was soft. "Here, we'll put this on," he said and he gently helped her with it over her arms careful not to look at her breasts as she slipped it on."Thank you." She said.But then she became quite agitated and started crying."Where am. There was only the tantalizing form before his eyes, the intoxicating sounds in his ears, the fantastic soft skin that had aroused his feelings.She was prostrate with arousal, helpless with desire. He could be inside her in seconds, thrusting triumphantly, feeling that glorious pussy around him. His cock jerked, a wet spot soaking through to the front of his shorts. No. Not yet.He knelt between her legs, to get the best possible view. “Run your fingers outside your pussy.”His heart was.