Time passes and I complete my out processing. I decide to return home in my dress uniform. At least I can have the pleasure of wearing it one more tim.... I catch an Army shuttle bus for the ride to the airport. People stop to stare at me. Many smile. Many more come up to me and shake my hand. Most of them say, ‘Thank you for your service.’ Damn it feels good. I have a three hour layover in Atlanta. Damn people sure are nice. An older gentleman sees me waiting and takes me to a bar for drinks. She doesn't have quite the tits momdoes, but she is braless and is visibly excited by the look of her nipples.She's laughing and drinking and flirting like a little slut. I try to movecloser to the action. She asks about the whereabouts of her husband and dad says he didn't looktoo well and went to lie down in a room off the reception area. She gigglesand says he can't really drink and when he does, he can't perform. Well, isn'tthis an intimate thing to share with dad. The body language between. My lips found her beautiful breasts while her hand started to squeeze my pussy right through my body stocking. I groaned, my head in a total frenzy, sucking her nipples and my fingers pleasuring her G-spot. "I want you to take me on that couch, Irene," Gabrielle panted and we moved over, all the time kissing and caressing each other's bodies. Her hand kept fondling my pussy and something down there desperately wanted to break free. She undid the little buttons of my body stocking and pulled. "I think there is something wrong with Charlie!"My head snapped up in alarm from the work I was doing."What?! Is she ill?" Oh, I don't know, but don't you think that it is odd that she hasn't had her period once since she came here?" She hasn't? Have you asked her?" Yes, she was a little reluctant to talk about it but finally I got her to admit that it has been... gratefully absent." Oh. She's not pregnant?" I asked just as alarmed at this prospect as at the prospect of her being ill."No. I.