This was the ultimate.Robbie was enjoying a slow up, forward, down and back rhythm and looking down on me as dreamily as I looked up at her. I reached...out and ran my thumb across the top of her slit."That was mean," she murmured."What, playing with your pussy?" I raised my hand and captured her nipple between thumb and forefinger and gently rolled it."No. The song when you first got here."I grinned. "I told you not to ask. It's contagious." It sure is." It's hard to believe that the same people. This was the Tuesday after the Friday when a train had smashed that Beatle. As I peered in, the remaining K’s were seated in the living room eating off metal TV trays. The daughter, the driver had survived. Her arm broken she was seated on the couch. They had a color TV, the lucky dogs.They owed double. $2.50 which was a lot of money 50 years ago. I eased back down off my tiptoes and returned to the night without knocking.Two houses down the Miles family; the missus, her husband, and their. She moaned again, "Oh, this is nice…" I moved my hand against her pussy and she parted her legs for me. I rubbed right on her hot and wet pussy through her panties. We kept this up for a few more minutes and she got hotter and wetter. I could feel her moisture soaking through. He saw me and nodded. I pulled back the elastic and got my fingers under her panties and was rewarded with the feeling of her hot and slick pussy, she was dripping wet. She grabbed his head and started kissing him, and we. She wanted desperately to believe that this was strictly a coincidence but it stretched the imagination to believe that was the case. Her wise father had told her when in doubt there are no coincidences.Honey did her best to seem relaxed and yet she finished her coffee quickly and stood up to leave. At that very moment, two German officers with unmistakable SS insignia came into the shop and gave her a visual once over that was both professional and bordering on ogling. Not wanting to appear.