Oh, well, it was nice meeting Jonas' friends. They returned to the hotel and went to bed.Anna was fascinated by Ethel's underwear. Her breasts were no... as large as Ethel's, but she did get tired of them swinging around unfettered. As for the underpants, she could immediately see the utility of them, so she decided to make a set of underwear for herself.Ethel returned home with Anna and Jonas that evening. There Ethel met Anna's mother, Hester, and her brother, Adam. Ethel found both of them to. It was a mix of sailors and other friends of ours. We had great conversations, and a sad farewell. In the military, you never knew when you would see each other again - my next visit they may all be at diffrent bases, so hugs and good byes were a must do.On the way home, John and I started to talk once more. "So, hot Italian guy for dessert?" Nope."I knew my next plan, and knew it would work. I just wasn't wanting to use it, it was his weakness. He hated to feel bad and guilty, but I was going. I was a bit perplexed, but started to reach in to take out his paper from my bag when he moved closer to me. "You look really nice" he said as he suddenly placed his hand on my pants and began to rub around my crotch. I started to move back a bit, startled at what he was doing, "It's okay" he said. "Its okay" "I won't hurt you" as he kept on rubbing my crotch. Standing there totally stunned I couldn't move any more as he now started to outline the obvious bulge that was now starting to form in. My "junk" was barely adequate, but otherwise I was close to perfect. "On second thoughts, your lack of hair down there gives you a certain childlike innocence that I do find rather cute. Aren't you afraid some sleepless cop might find you a little astray from legal requirements?" I could now see her face quite clearly. She appeared to be fortyish, rather plain, dressed in some kind of tracksuit with a constant and appealing smile. We continued to exchange banter for a few minutes, during which.