She smelled of musk and lavender as I inched closer to her sex. Without a thought I reached out to her with my tongue and licked around her puffy lips... I kissed and licked all around her beautiful pussy, never actually touching it, while she squirmed.“Who’s teasing who now”, she gasped huskily.Finally, I gave in and let my tongue pierce the folds of her twat and run the length of her. Her pussy was one of the sweetest that I’d ever tasted. I licked her from bottom to top, relishing in the sweet. I only really talked about Vietnam with Thornton, and then only after we'd had enough drinks to be drunk.We ended talking by her telling me that Jeanette was doing well. She suggested I recline the seat and get some rest.I reclined the seat and thought about Dorothy. I wasn't sure how to best handle the situation. Actually, I felt clueless. I had made accommodations to handle what had happened in Vietnam. It was the monster I fought to keep bottled up; the only way I kept those emotions under. Unbuckle my belt. Pull my trousers apart and my boxers down. Easing my erect cock gently out from its restricted space. One hand clasped around its base pulling down the foreskin. Her mouth taking in just my swollen head. Her lips rocking over my head. Her hand rubbing up and down at the base. The other hand cupping my balls and gently caressing them. Her lips every now and again running further down my shaft. Quickly bringing me to orgasm and filling her mouth with my cum. Or could he be. She starts to rub my imprisoned cock through the satin panties and I groan as it swells and presses against the cage.“So you like to wear satin panties,” she smiles. “Tell me more.”I do indeed have a long history of stealing panties and lingerie and dressing up, though I have never gone the full monty. I begin to explain. It was mostly the naughtiness of taking the items from my mother and stimulating myself which drove me since I was about sixteen. I have worn panties and some lingerie in role.