Afterall, it's not like they would have been expecting it, and it's easy tomiss what you don't expect.But like a drug, even raids into moms closet gre... dull after a while. Ihad tried all of the limited amount of mom's stuff that could claim tofit me, even almost getting stuck in one absolutely terrifyingexperience. If that zipper on her top hadn't budged in time, my optionswould have been to cut the garment off or wait to be discovered. Eitherone, I would have rather died.I really, really wish. I had a car so I readily agreed.As we were driving, he was gently running his hands over my thighs.“Can I have your phone number?” he asked.I handed him a card. He looked at it and put it into his pocket. “Expect a call from me anytime soon. We must repeat what we did today in more detail”, he said. My cunt throbbed.I dropped him off, went home, bathed, changed to a saree and left for the nearby temple for the evening Bhajan.The call came in about a week later. “Can I come tomorrow morning?” he. Entire armies raced from strategic position to strategic position over great distances in the type of warfare that was so unlike the trenches of World War One that it stretched the imagination.I had studied the movements of both Rommel and Montgomery whilst sitting in a SS barracks in post-World War Two and listening to the instructor’s words with rapt attention. He was a Colonel missing one hand and with a glass eye that had been in the midst of the later American involvement in North Africa. Dazed by Xena’s beauty Arthur was slow to react.“So should I be insulted?” Xena asked. Her smile was perfect, but that wasn’t where Arthur’s eyes were locked.“Huh?”“You crossed my name out.”“Oh sorry I just thought maybe I shouldn’t...” Arthur couldn’t keep his eyes off Xena’s perfect breasts. Two nipple shaped bumps deformed the toga’s fabric. Making it clear the college freshman had left her bra next door.“Maybe you shouldn’t what?” Xena teased turning slightly to show off her side boob..