I rolled a couple of nice size joints and fired one up, inhaling deeply the mystical herb. I always found a nice buzz could keep me going. Puff, puf... swallow and I was ready to go.With basket, detergent and coins in hand I was ready to go. Wearing only an extra-large hoody, panties and flip flops I began my journey down the broken sidewalk winding my way between the dilapidated buildings that had yet to be renovated. The lighting was poor to nonexistent but the beacon from the laundry room. "Hello," he said."Hey, it's me. You, ah, gave me your number." Well well," he said. "You like that picture of my cock, heh?" I've been thinking of it," I confessed. "I've never been with anyone other than my husband." You looking for something on the side? I don't do that whole relationship shit. If you want to fuck, I'll fuck you. I'll fuck your white pussy raw." Well, I don't think that would be a good idea," I said."Fuckin bitch," he said. "Why the fuck you callin me up? I don't play games. It slid right in and out.She looked at me provocatively and slowly licked my girl juice from herfinger. Then she laid me across the front seats and pulled my skirt up to mybelly.She blew on my pussy and I had a shock of laughter. Then she licked my labiaand I couldn't laugh. It almost hurt, it felt so good. She licked slowlyupward, finally making it up to my clit. It felt electric, like you alwayshear clitoral stimulation is, but it wasn't sharp. If I may wax poetical, itfelt like wet. I wanted her to meet some of the couples who lived on base as well as some of the guys I worked with but she had always refused. Mostly we spent our time playing games, both sexual and non-sexual, in our apartment.One day she said, “Don’t my boobs seem bigger to you?” I looked at them, well actually I must have stared at them but before I could answer she added, “I think I might be pregnant.” That second part did not quite sink into my head. I was fixated on those beautiful, pale white boobs.