One of the brunettes sitting on the couch looks like she belongs on the cover of an underwear catalog. Her tanned body leans back as she watches TV, w...aring a very form-fitting t-shirt and some tight blue shorts. Her breasts are a medium size, bigger than your ex's, and seemingly bigger than Kelly's.The other brunette is more cute than seductive, with a bright face, alert eyes, and quite a set of tits. You do a double take. She seems a little less toned than the others, but isn't really. Our mouths crushed together tongues dancing seductively over one another. ‘Mmmmmmmmmm…’ I moaned as his tongue probed my mouth and his hand slid along my thigh as I lifted it higher. His hand continued along my thigh finally reaching my ass. His fingers spread and he pulled my pelvis closer to him. I could feel the bulge of his erection and moved my left hand between us to slowly stroke his length through his trousers with my finger tips. As my nails slid over the head Angelo broke our. My wife on purpose just finished having a shower, noticed Ozzy's car pull up and park in our long country driveway. He came in called out, then headed for the kitchen, hot summers day he'd probably pour himself a cold one. She heard a kitchen table chair move, so knew where he was.My wife didn't dry herself, she only combed her long blonde hair, then came walking downstairs very wet and was going to pretend she didn't know Ozzy was in the kitchen. She briskly walked into the kitchen all soaking. It was enough to provide a modicum of privacy.My curtain fell back into place as the duty NCO marked his clipboard and backed out. That evening I knew who my bate fantasy was going to be. I lay in my rack and retrieved the mind's-eye snapshots I made earlier that morning in the showers.The sop to personal privacy in the Quonset huts did not apply to the latrine. It contained a row of exposed toilets with no dividers between them, a row of sinks and mirrors for shaving, and a concrete block.