I looked like her, actually. I mean, I looked a lot like Rita, except her hair was a bit longer and she had real tits."I guess not," I frowned some mo...e."How about Tammy?" Mr. Cartwright smiled at me and he was standing in front of me, kinda close and squeezing my shoulders."Tammy?" I looked up at him."Uh-huh," he licked his lips. "That's a nice name, don't you think? It sounds just like your old name." Why can't I just be Timmy?" I asked and I was shaking, because I was scared about doing. I only have 90 seconds left. What to do?I manage to get Phoebe into my ripped shirt. Only the bottom button remains. The shirt tails are enough to cover Phoebe’s dipping pussy. I manage to half carry Phoebe to the corner. By some miracle, I’m able to flag down a cab. He’s willing to drive us home for a $100 tip on top of the fare.He also ignores us when Phoebe mounts me in the back of the cab. Despite everything, her amazing pussy is able to make me shoot a load, before we get home.Phoebe is on. It’s now clear who the real authority in the area is to be. Each of us in the squadron knew that rules we had hitherto deliberately ignored were to be enforced.What then of our little operation with Noddy and the British? What about our occasional sojourn across to the American Zone? Our chats to the storage dump guards - the cheerful chap from Virginia who tossed me a cigar on VJ Day? All these new friends of ours who, we will likely not see again?On another note, how will the NKVD view the. We weren't holding back and her big tits were getting plenty of attention, her nipples being rock hard as they were pulled and flicked.It wasn't long before my hands started working down her body and after running through the light hair they slid between her lips and found her to very wet. My fingers slid into her and after a few thrusts they were covered in her cream. I wiped her cream onto my cock and presenting it to her eager mouth. She smiled and eagerly licked it all off commenting on how.