Her hands followed the brassier down, pausing to push the panties over her hips. His pants dropped to the floor. His hardness grew even harder as the ...oft hair emerged from her panties. His hand reached out to her, fingers entwined lightly, moving constantly together as if their hands were making love. He drew her to him... Their bodies pressed together each feeling the heat of the others nakedness... Her nipples pressed into his chest and he felt her back arch to press her mound against his. "Maria asked, "Did you try the recipe I gave you?" Yes, I did. It was heavenly," Amber said. "Everyone loved it."It was rather strange getting a recipe for an Italian dish from a Hispanic cleaning lady. Amber had discovered that Maria loved to cook and experimented with all kinds of foods. One meal might be German and then next one Thai. To Maria, food was a gift from God and was to be appreciated in all of its forms. It was a miracle that Maria didn't weigh three hundred pounds considering. ” She looked up at me. “You’re ok with this aren’t you?”“No, I’m not,” I thought to myself, but how could I admit that I was jealous, or worse that I didn’t trust her. “Of course, I am,” I lied. If only we hadn’t swapped partners those times. A vision of Tony lying between her legs flashed in my mind.“Be sure to tell me if you’re not because I’m having fun.” She lifted her face and kissed me. Oh sure, like I’d be able to say anything now. “Why don’t you take Ginger out for a walk and I’ll. Her body betrayed evidence of the duties she’d already performed in the service of other senior comrades. There was a slowly darkening bruise over one eye and her skin-tight leather suit was ripped just above the crotch where it had been pulled off too roughly. Paolo wasn’t at all sure what he wanted. It was only boredom and the need for distraction that had persuaded him to take advantage of the facilities provided by the Ninth Army’s brothel. There really wasn’t much else for him to do, any.