I am quite certain he knew his wife would be as well. I knew he wanted to set the two of us up for something special but he had been secretive and wan...ed to hold that secret, until now. To my surprise, David had three things in mind. He explained that after seeing a picture on one of the sites I enjoy he immediately thought of the first. The picture was simply me in my Dress Whites. My old uniform from my time in the Navy still fit and I have worn it a time or two with women. It not only made. ‘Baby, is your pussy wet? I like when your pussy gets wet for me.’ ‘I’m down there between your thighs, licking the outside of your lips. My tongue is licking you up and down, all around, slowly. I love the way you taste, the way your juices feel on my tongue.’ He is saying this to me and more. My head is spinning. I can actually feel his mouth on my pussy and I’m grinding my pussy against my fingers, faster and faster. My orgasm is building. I can feel it, he can sense it. He tells me that. Stan had been holding her and he was as naked as she was. Suddenly wide-awake, she blushed pinkly and felt ashamed. What had she done? Her thighs were sticky and her pubic hair matted. Fucked! She'd had sex, but with whom? Obviously Stan. How could she have? Jan and Bob would kill her. Bob and Jan? Where were they? Two feet away, on the other side of Stan, two lumps moved under another blanket. That son of a bitch and that slut! She would fix them good! Hold on a minute, babe. Your indignation. Now my blade will be out of reach. Time to play things by ear. I drop my pack and step behind the foul, overflowing dumpster so we’re shielded from the road. Things are getting out of hand.As soon as I’m out of sight of prying eyes, he grabs my shoulder and spins me around, then presses me up against the brick wall with his body. His hands are already fumbling with the bottom of my hoodie, and in moments his cold flesh is tracing up my stomach to their goal.“Start talking,” I demand in a.