Our mouths met again and this time it was a long lingering kiss whilst our hands explored each other's breasts and waists.The pressure was on, we knew...we didn't have long to spend in this ecstasy, Caroline's husband and c***dren would be home very soon and mine would be expecting me.I dropped to my knees, the water pouring off her body and over my head. My tongue ran down her body and across her tanned flat stomach. She grabbed my shoulders and shuddered with delight. She parted her legs in. I continued kissing her on her neck. She turned around and i kissed her on her lips. I started rubbing my hands on her back and feeling her hot body. Started kissing her on her lips and went down towards her neck and breast. I bent down on my knees and kissed her naval, as it was visible. My hands were on her waist and slowly going inside her top and trying to hold her breast. She wasn’t wearing bra. I started pressed her boobs and squeezing them gently. Her nipples were hard. She was enjoying. It weren't yer fault. Now go git some rest."John went to his hotel room after grabbing a quick supper. He just was not in the mood for revelry at the saloon that night.Two days later, they were back on patrol. John had vowed that he would never again assume that the Comanches were anything but mad dogs. Never again would John give the Comanches an opportunity to kill innocents.John felt that they were getting to be too predictable in their patrol route, so they took a different road as they. ”“I wasn’t flirting!” she yipped. She blushed again. “Ohhhh, go on. I’ll see you in the morning. Don’t show up until after nine. I’ll try to be a little more presentable.”“Darn,” he sighed.“Ohhhh you!” she giggled. “Go on. I suddenly feel like I’m twelve again, and a man is looking at me for the first time!”“You don’t look anywhere near twelve,” said Bobby. “Trust me on that.”He turned, and left, before she could respond.Christy sat on the bed. She couldn’t believe what had happened. He’d seen.