It wasn't long before I could see Dave's hard-on through his jeans. Meanwhile, Hazel had slipped her hand in between my thighs and was working her way...up to my own erection. I leaned over and gave her a long, wet kiss which she returned enthusiastically. My hand crept inside her top and was soon massaging her tits. I could feel her nipples hardening as I squeezed her tit and I couldn't wait to get that top off and really enjoy them. Over on the other couch, Dave and Margo were setting their own. Pugh and I never got on too well during our time at Geilenkirchen perhaps he had heard my outburst of mirth.Keeping pigs on RAF camps was introduced during the war. Any stale, mouldy or generally unfit for human consumption food was fed to the porkers. When of sufficient size they were butchered and the meat sold, to be added to the meagre meat ration of the UK population. Due to the obnoxious stench pig farms needed to be sited well away from habitation, so it was a no brainer to set the farms. She didn’t seem to notice, instead slowly turning 360 to take in the candles and rose petals sprinkled all over the place. It looked like she was about to speak, but thought better of it. Instead she leapt into my arms. Literally leapt, I was just able to catch her under the legs and hold her up, but she had taken me by surprise and we fell backwards onto the bed. She laughed briefly before stifling it by kissing me full on. This was less tender, more passionate and we broke and rejoined. Save some for Monday." She pushed on my chest with both hands, and I reluctantly withdrew. We had created a swamp anyhow. She sat up and pulled her shift down. Overripe was the only word I can think of to describe her, eager and overripe.The preacher's plump young wife had been a bonus to my second job as a man free of military constraints. He was a Baptist or a Methodist or some such fractious dissembler, a small man in a dark suit who wore white shirts and a floppy hat and rode the circuit.