I like to watch TV lying on the floor and have been doing it most of my life. This gives me the perfect view up any women's skirts, be it my wife, Bar...ara or her female friends. This time she didn’t have any panties on. Barbara knows I have a panty fetish and she always wears panties, so I wondered what was up. As I drank my Corona and looked up her skirt I found myself getting horny. When I mentioned that she looked a little frazzled, Barbara said, “I smoked a little pot after work.” Besides. Her hands roamed freely over my uniform which was dull and grey and poorly-made like most wartime attire, for the occupied French at least. “I shall keep some clothes here for you to wear when we are alone but I want to see your body now.” She fumbled with the buttons and opened the top of my dress to reveal my once-white slip, now slightly grey too and thin with repeated washing. My braless, small breasts were suddenly exposed and she handled them roughly. “I will be a good lover. You will. I start kissing my way down her neck while undoing her apron. I lift the apron over her head to reveal her naked breasts. I take a moment to just stare at her before saying, "Ten years of being together and I still can't get over how beautiful you look darling." She smiles and I kiss her passionately before continuing kissing from where I left off. I kiss down to her breasts, and take her left nipple in my mouth, lightly flicking my tongue over it while my other hand massages her right breast.. His mates. Or his best mate, which would be the same, in the end.”“Yes I can imagine. It’s when you get a bit older you learn about discretion.”There was a pause while they both had a drink.“So how have you been getting on in the cabin?” asked Freddie, “I meant to come up and have a look before we stopped.”“I’ve been washing everything down, with that solution, getting into the corners and crevices.”“Ah, crevices, yes, that’s so important.”“And the roof and everywhere.”“Easy to get wet, I.