She unfastened the belt of her trousers. It was like we were back in basic training, all over again. I unbuttoned the buttons of her BDU trousers, all...wing them to slip down to rest on her boots. She was again 'commando', not wearing any underwear. “Do you always go commando?" I asked. “Yes, sir,” she replied. “I hate underwear.” I slipped a lone finger into her steaming hot vagina and she twitched and gasped, her mouth open. I slipped another finger into her open mouth and she lightly bit. “You alright there girl,” smirked Alice. “That was quite a turn.”“Alice what the fuck was that?”“I just did a little dance in your head like I did with your girl Francesca, just the prelude mind.”“Prelude you fucking dumb slit,” spat Lucinda, jumping out of bed and grabbing the long sleeved white blouse she wore as a nightshirt off the dressing table chair. “What’s eating you gal,” said Alice impishly.“Fucking peasant cunt,” shouted Lucinda, aiming one of Francesca’s kitten heels at Alice’s. ”He did go slow. I could feel myself relaxing more and more, my opening beginning to easily accommodate him. Soon he was pumping me, and I was moaning and squealing in delight. Not too much later his groaning deepest penetration occurred as he released his surges of luscious cum.I collapsed on the bed with him on top, still in me, but holding his weight off me. He whispered in my ear, “You special Jill, you very special.” I’ve never forgotten those words.Up to that point in my life, this was. Several of the group commented on how fit she was. Little did they know that they were about to witness this former ballet dancer perform sex acts with me that were unbelievable. Years of dancing had given her flexibility that made her one of the best bedmates I ever had. Her sexual prowess and the exotic sexual positions she knew would make a hooker jealous. I brought her to the middle of the room where everyone could observe us. Then Sonya whispered in my ear, fuck me right now, I’ll use.