I got chatting to this little A.T.S. lieutenant, a right little cracker I thought despite her plumy accent, so I offered her a swig from my bottle. Sw...g! She knocked back quarter of a bottle in one swallow. I reckon she had already sampled a few other bottles because she was none too steady on her feet, so I put an arm round her waist to steady her like. Even though she was an officer and I was only a Warrant Officer she didn’t try and shake me off, so I reckoned I might be in there. I offered. " Good, I'll fuck him, too." I might save you a little." But you're going to be at Chris' house all night for your graduation dinner." So? Love will find a way." I crawled up and kissed her. "I wish you could be there." Me, too, but I can't leave Hank in the lurch after everything he's done for me. I also wish I could be there to see you get your diploma this afternoon." It's just an empty tube. They mail the real ones. If Mom wasn't so excited about it I'd just blow it off."She brushed my hair. ..oh!...Deacon Perez...how are you...didn't recognize you with the sunglasses..."She made it easy for him, who also retorted he didn't recognize her with sunglasses and hair down ( and most likely, although he didn't say, it that instead of the loose, long-sleeve church dress she now wore a tiny, semi-sheer thong bikini on her voluptuous body). The deacon's wife seemed even more mortified now, realizing her husband knew the semi-nude slut with the too-small thong. They continued exchanging. “Desmond,” she said, her voice soft and almost shy, “did Lucille tell you that I am a judo expert?” With that, she hid back in my arms, her head buried on my shoulder. She hugged me tighter and again, with what felt like a sense of urgency, she crushed her tummy on my now throbbing cock. “Huh? What? No!” Part of me wanted to pull my hand away as if scalded, but most of me did not. I settled for loosening my grip. “Thanks for the warning! Uh … was it a warning? Should I move my hand?”I felt her.