I dreamt of Katharina. Of making mad passionate love to her in her grand bed, just as I would when we next met. Her every touch, embrace and kiss radi...ted a warmth that was at once maternal and evocative. I would mention the dream in my next letter to her, for I knew it would please her to read it. It was still dark when I resurfaced to consciousness and the sensation of Stefan gently grinding his backside against my cock, which I realised was as stiff as a board. His movements were so subtle. Their mother had not chosen the outfits, their father had, and BobHallier had definite ideas of how his girls should dress. For Katie, Bob had decidedon latex French Maid outfit. It was cut low in the front with a very shortskirt. It also included the obligatory collar, cuffs, and locking high heelswith the attachment rings. Dana?s outfit was much simpler, only the collar,cuffs, and heels. The maid?s outfit meant thatDaddy was entertaining tonight and that Mommy Sally and the girls would. We all pay the price in some way for our service, but we love it and we stick together. I miss my men because you can’t go thru something like that without getting close.’ We danced around some other subjects and he asked about my integration back into civilian life. After about 45 minutes we were about finished. My final statement was again about missing military life. ‘Military life is so different. It’s dangerous, has long hours, is difficult even when not in combat, but it’s a work-hard,. We tried numerous times to get together over the last year with no success. He had some family issues and we both had availability problems with our schedules.We have stayed in touch online because we both were pleased with our first meet. It was well worth the wait. I pulled up to his new residence and he met me at the door in his robe. Taking me into his family room he opened his robe to show his nakedness. I couldn't get my clothes off before he started grabbing my big thick cock. Stripping.