As I went further down and licked her pussy from above her panty, she let out a long sigh.I couldn’t help but go down and kiss her legs. They were p...rfect with no fat on them. They were smooth as she had them waxed to perfection. As I approached her inner thighs, she was so aroused that she sat up with a jerk. I realized it was a highly sensual zone for her and I took my time, licking biting and eating them in every possible way.Finally, I took her panties off and started nuzzling her clean. There were eleven freeze-dried meals and two nearly full bottles of water.I emptied my survival kit out and sorted through it. I had packed a wire saw, Swiss knife, flint and striker, whistle, water purification tablets, candles, safety pins, brass wire, a NATO emergency fishing kit (issued and recommended by both special forces and RAF survival instructors), three disposable cigarette lighters, light anywhere matches, six yards of quality climbing rope and some Tindercard (specially prepared. “Cone number one if you want,” she shouted back to him as he stared at her rear end as she drove away from him.“Hey is that a pinstriping tattoo I see back there?” He teased. “Oh you saw that?” She giggled then turned to face him.“That’s just a-,” she said before reversing into a pile of traffic cones as one lands on her roof. “I’m just gonna go now,” she said, laughing in embarrassment, still reversing to hide her tattoo before backing through the door of her office.McQueen chuckled at her. Then Ana sent him a kiss and told him she would call later. She hung up the phone.I told Jerome that I should discuss the subject with Anita and then I also hung up. When I got home from work, Ana was in the kitchen. I put my arms around her waist as stood behind her. I pumped up against her ass and whispered how much I was missing to fuck her in the ass.But my sweet wife smiled and said she needed to get out for a while. She did not want to tell me where she was going; but she said I should.