"Who'd they leave down below?" Pair of ensigns, I 'spect, young ones, fuzz-faced. One's kind'a pretty."I checked on the unconscious major and walked q...ietly to the first room. I popped open the door and cried, "Camille, who's this?" I thought the man between the slut's legs was going to have an attack. He leapt from the bed with his britches about his knees. He had not even bothered to take off his boots. For a moment, I thought I had seen him before, and I was right."For shame," I yelled at. He squirmed and tried to get away. I told him to hold still, and that what followed would be better than what we did earlier that day. He nodded and got back into position. I pushed my cock a little harder this time, as his asshole opened up to allow my dickhead entry. It popped right in. He gasped. I asked if he was all right. He said yeah, but to go slow. I slowly started to push my shaft into his ass. After a few minutes, my balls made contact with his ass. I leaned forward, and kissed his. Blue laughed out loud. Well, its good to know you have standards. And stop calling Mr. Blue, it makes me feel old. My name is John. Ok John. I smiled. 15 minutes later we were at the Surly Bean, a local coffee house that was popular for its open mic nights. I was excited to hear some poetry since a bit of art always gets excites me. We got our coffee and had a seat at the table. As the night rolled on we made intellectual banter while listening to the poets read their work. I lost count of. I started sucking on her nipples and I unwrapped her sari and untied her petticoat.To my delight she was in silky maroon panties and I immediately told her Masi I love your panties they are so smooth to touch.Haan beta she answered my fool of a husband gets them for me on his frequent trips abroad but never sees me wearing them. Once he gets back he is always so tired that he is off to sleep the moment his head touches the pillow and leaves me fingering my hungry pussy with anything I can lay.