"The only way you can removeit is with your tongue. Nice and slow. One at a time."They did that to the accompaniment of hoots and hollers. More pic...uresgot taken. Afterwards there was a momentary lull.Then Belle declared, "Finish your drinks, girls. And then you can lickeach other's mouths and make them all nice and clean."That set off a chorus of oh and ah sounds. The guys drained theirglasses, creating even bigger messes above their mouths and even on theirlower lips. Then they had to. She wore tight jeans and a short black puffer jacket. When she took it off and hung it up. Paul noticed that her breasts were large and she obviously didn’t like wearing bras. The two distinctive points of her nipples stood out like the centre marks of a target in the far too tight tee shirt she was wearing. The belt of her jeans cut into her belly and gave her a classic hour glass figure. Here face was her best feature though. She had the dark hair, skin and eyes of a typical Italian. Her. Dave pulls up in Master’s cars and beeps the horn to let me know. Shivering not with the cold but with excitement I climb into the car and take the short journey to Master’s house. As we get closer I start to strip off. I have no idea if Dave knows why I’m doing this but he takes full advantage and keeps looking at me in the rear-view mirror. It gets worse as he stops at a red light and turns in his seat to give me a good looking over. He even licks his lips and grabs the bulge in his trousers.. I met her during the first week of October, just before the fight up the road. She came and sat at my table and guzzled some of my beer just before closing time, wiping her face with her apron. The tavern had served a mix of farmers and mechanics, as well as subalterns and non-coms in red coats. I did not see any Germans that night or any other at the Ox."No Hessians?" I asked her, with my hand on her broad thigh."Never," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "First one that.