Marjorie Stevens…not Marge or Margie but Maggie. It fit her so perfectly…like Maggie the Cat. Jack had calculated from her curriculum vitae that s...e was approaching forty but she could easily have passed for much younger. She moved like a cat, always poised and often on the balls of her feet. She did not dress to entice but nothing about the simple loose fitting cotton blouse and skirt did anything to hide what lay beneath. Her hair, somewhere between blond and auburn, was perfectly. The Rifle ammunition was put in his many uniform pockets, in his chest pockets he put the bag of tootsie roll chocolate candy, duct tape and Victorinox Swiss Army Knife Officers knife that he purchased at the PX.The Water canteens were attached to his belt, now last but certainly not least he attached his reserve parachute on his midsection, once he had all of this equipment was attached to his body he made his way to the airfield where a C47 Transport Aircraft that was waiting for him.After a. I started to appreciate, alluring Amala about her assets. Then just moved to talk dirty in a hushed voice with the inspiration of Kamat.I could see Kamat stroking his private over the jeans as I continued to compliment praise Amala boobs, hips, ass. I could see Amala blushing with a hint of thirst poking out of her eyes, a craving smile in the corner of her mouth.On hearing footsteps Kamat silenced me. The waiter arrived to take the order, we ordered three beers and snacks to eat. As the waiter. So I turned around and went back to his house and knocked on the door. My heart was beating so fast it was all I could hear. Then he answered the door. And he said "Ahh I was hoping you would come to your senses get in here." He grabbed my arm and pulled me in then locked the door behind us. His house was trashed. It smelled so musky. And there was garbage everywhere. He invited me into the living room and said he hasn't had a women in the house in years. He told me to sit but I said that I was.