‘What are you talking about, Patsy?” I asked. “I take care of myself, and you, just fine.” “You know what I mean, you get no privacy. My hus...and would stress about something, and he relieved himself by, you know, giving himself a release.” Patsy chuckled, “He liked to spoon me when I was sleeping and do it then.”I didn’t know what the hell to say, so I just blurted out, “that didn’t bug you or anything?”“Of course not!” She said. “I liked it.” She giggled again. “He liked to squeeze my boobs. His s****r, Amy, was due to head off to University herself that autumn, and their parents had every intention of selling the house to downsize. For that reason, Matt made plans to get home as soon as the semester was over, despite knowing that his parents would be away in Europe until at least the second week of the holiday. Matt was just 19, finishing his first year at Kings in London. He was studying medicine, but his idea of studying involved as little bookwork as possible. He spent much. You eagerly spread apart your legs even more, enough so I can turn my hand and cup your mound with my palm. Then, I insert my middle finger into your hot slit and push it deep into your wet hole, finger-fucking you. A sharp intake of breath tells me I have found your sensitive little bud, and I thrust my finger in and out of your tight little pussy. I pause before each stroke to fiddle with your clit with the tip of my finger before plunging my middle finger back in through the tight elastic. Then I worried perhaps my reputation may have leaked via the C.O.’s wife and how would that play out with the officer’s wives.Intriguing maybe but certainly worrisome as well.Turns out the event was pretty boring, at least for me, because I sat back and merely observed while Hanna worked the crowd. The conversation was terse from my vantage point and the wives were dressed pretty provocative as if they were prowling for it. Some, the youngest ones, were wearing something like a women’s Teddy.