“She quit?” He nods his head. “Why?”“Long story,” he says.“That doesn’t seem like something that would put you in a good mood,” Debb...e points out.“It normally wouldn’t, but I’ve had some things in my life change, and I’m happy about them,” he says.“Like another woman?” she presses.Before he can answer, the waiter is back with their food. Alan looks at what the two of them ordered and says, “This looks great.”Debbie nods in agreement ad she begins to eat her food. Both of them fall into a. Again when I returned I gently slid my fingers down her tiny, wet slit. I was prepared for her response so as she lifted her hips I pulled my fingers back so that I maintained only the lightest of touch.I continued past her pussy to her anus. The moan that escaped her lips told me that she loved the attention and particularly liked me touching her around her rear hole. I returned to her mons and repeated my movement down across her pussy to her anus and back again. Each time I followed that. Then he realized, too late, that he’d fallen into her trap. This time her legs wrapped around his waist and held on for dear life. He’d have to choose between prying her legs off of him or fucking her madly.He wisely chose the latter, opening her up as he entered her. How fortunate for both of them that she was unusually tight, and he was above average girth. He eased in slowly and felt the heat of her well-lubricated walls engulf him.Fuck! It felt so good to finally thrust his aching cock into. The echo of the shot ... those Tokarev pistols are LOUD ... had the periscope repair bunch looking ... and one of them began waving back. Messaging. Signalmen. They were hand talking without flags ... and they were FAST. I don’t know English flag talk ... I surely don’t know Russian. They were waving back and forth ... like they were arranging to meet onshore and discussing which bar the party was at. By the time the circumstances were passed ... the bastard croaked. Dead men tell no tales ....