I hesitate a moment before knocking, I feel the flight instinct kick in and command myself to stay. “Don’t run now,” I tell myself, “You’ve...already driven all this way, besides you know this is what you want.” Not coming up with a good enough reason walk away now that I have come this far, I raise my hand. Before I can even knock, the door opens and there he stands, I glance down still unsure and hesitant. He steps back to let me enter the room but, before I can get very far, he pushes me. It was like I found my queen bee. A special nymph to guide me, but not mine alone. She well knew who I was from the first time my eyes glazed over when we met. I saw her garter belt.She cultivated me by talking about the bras and stockings she was wearing now as we chatted, hiking up her skirt to show me the tops of her stockings. Asking me what was my favorite date night lingerie with a smirk? Did she know about my high heels? My garterbelts!? Reaching out to touch my pants Bettie asked me. He felt certain that after "things quieted down" he would be able to convince them to withdraw provided additional funding was secured to send them on their way. The "old-timers" at the Pentagon were dusting off old contingency plans in secret in anticipation of internal uprising to put things back on track.It turned out that all sixty of the female recruits in our barracks completed the rifle training successfully and we were able to stay together for re-assignment to our defensive positions. His tongue slid inside, licking up my honey, and I could feel his fingers spread apart my tender folds. His mouth went to work, and I gasped as his skilful tongue pushed and probed, licking me all over, nibbling gently, tasting me, making love to me with his mouth. His tongue slid back and forth over the hood of my clitoris. He drew my love bud gently from beneath its covering, and I panted with desire, as he went to work on my throbbing clit. I felt completely naked and open to him, just a.