" dad asked."Mrs. Carey," I smiled, "the one that told you I was being fucked on the doorstep." Language Martina." dad said firmly, "Anyway who said i... was her." Who else would it be?" I grinned."Hmm, who else indeed." dad frowned, "Are you suggesting she made up the story out of spite?" Yes." I smiled."Well there's not much I can do about it today, the old...Mrs. Carey has gone away for the day," dad sighed, "but I'll certainly be having words with her when she gets back." Did you really. "She's not wearing any knickers!" Once sorted she sits down and once again slips a hand, inside her blouse and resumes fondling her pert tits. As she does so, Tom catches sight of an erect nipple."Is your cock still as hard as it was a few minutes ago mister?" She asks, looking at the bulge in the front of his chinos."Might be!" He responds with a big grin."Why not show me then?” She asks nicely. "It might make you feel a bit more comfortable." “What if someone should come? He asks.“Was that. I asked for and got a list of resources and phone numbers. I got ahold of my old commander and explained where I was and what I was doing.Resources were stretched pretty thin. Entire naval bases had disappeared along with most of California. However, there were still piles and piles of stuff remaindered from the Gulf actions.Troops and equipment were being pulled back to the states from overseas. He gave me a couple of contacts to try and wished me luck.We had gone from the 113th. largest city. She was walking towards the bathroom to shower. She told me that she forgot to take her soap and asked me to bring it. After I dressed I went to the bathroom with the soap. I called her and she opened the bathroom. She was standing there wet, covered with a short towel. The towel covered her from her boobs to the upper parts of her thighs. I didn’t react much to it since I didn’t have any feelings or didn’t know much about sex life. But she had a wide smile on her face.Few months passed and I.