”Amanda snorted, “God, look at my nipples.”He did, noting that they were stiff and hard, tenting her top like two diamonds that could easily cut...glass. James quirked an eyebrow up.“You approve?”“You know how I feel about them.”She nodded, “I do.”He inclined his head and started breakfast. They went to school and James used the school’s resources to do some research during his study hall. When he finished, he headed to the lunchroom where he sat down with Robin. His friend quizzed him on the. The even rougher leather of the handle stimulated her to even higher desires. Her hips moved faster and fucked at the hard whip. Her husband, who was breathing very heavy, giggled. Then she felt the handle slip into her. She felt each bump and ridge slide into her very wet pussy. She gasped, smiled, and fucked at it harder. Her husband held tight onto it and stayed with her pace. He inserted it and removed it….. then did it all over again. She reached down to tickle her clit with her own. Well talking men things. What amazes me is the ladies accuse the men or ignoring them at these sort of affairs and yet that's what they are doing themselves, strange cattle.During the evening Jess told me we were running out of milk, would I be a dear and drive down to the milk bar and buy a couple of bottles?I hadn't been drinking much during the day so I was OK to drive. I went into the shop and bought the milk, as I was walking out the hair on the nape of my neck started to rise, I sensed. “What are we drinking?” she asked. Holy Mother of God, she looked good and she smelled good as well. “Oh wow!” I remarked. “I feel under dressed.” She put her hand on my thigh and squeezed. “You’re fine,” she replied. “Fortunately, I like men in uniform.” I had to laugh. I ordered two mixed cocktails. “Do you want to sit on the veranda?” I asked. “No,” she replied, “This is fine.” We spent the next half hour talking about the Battalion Support Unit. and all the things I had done since we had.