.. ****He****This is getting interesting!I stare into her eyes, projecting passion from mine as I let the finger under her chin slip down to trace the...curve of her neck and the soft valley of her meager cleavage.She doesn't turn away as I bend to kiss her. Her lips melt for a moment, then press tightly together. As I start to pull back, she follows, softening again, and accepting my tongue.Lips or no, she can kiss!I feel a stirring in the leg of my trousers!****She****Well, now! No wonder he's. Kitty found herself transported back to the elegant dinners of her past, despite the company being rather rougher than what she was accustomed to. The food was indeed superb and the wine flowed plentifully. Both she and the Captain were much admired and she felt rather like a Queen at a state banquet with her King. A string quartet struck up a waltz and Kitty and the Captain led the dancing. He was an excellent dancer and Kitty, who had never taken this pleasure with him before was surprised. ”“What?” She couldn’t imagine what he was talking about.He lay down and pulled at her.“Just lie down on top of me,” he said.“But aren’t I supposed to sit up?”“Not at first,” he said. “That was Barbie’s mistake.”“You mean Sheryl,” said Monica. “Why do you keep saying Barbie?”“Because you look like Barbie,” groaned Bobby, mentally kicking himself.“Oh. Okay,” she said. She sat up and crawled to gently let herself down on his hard chest. Her breasts crushed and she suddenly remembered him. “We are ready Herr Major,” Schultz called.She was in the special chair I “Liberated” from the Gestapo. Like a cross between a dentists chair and a birth chair it had arm rests where the arms were securely strapped and stirrups for the feet where her lower legs were securely strapped.I smiled at her and gently cranked the stirrups apart to spread her legs wide. So wide her lower lips parted and up inside I could see a glistening membrane.“Are you a virgin?” I asked.“Yes,” she said.“Oh well that.