I then grasped the hairs of her outer labia and pulled them wide apart, exposing the fleshy, glistening clit. “Oh!,” she cried quietly. I pushed t... get her to spread her legs apart even wider so I could open her cunt as much as possible. I then started to suck and lick her clit area while keeping her cunt gaped. Puckering my lips, I probed the upper cleft of her vagina, hoping to feel the clit engorged and hard. I sucked it for several moments then tongue flicked it, and then sucked it again.. The field kitchen and cookhouse stores, manned by cooks detached from RAF Halton, were in hessian and canvas encampments, and the mess hall was another large, marquee type, tent. All very different from the brick built facilities of RAF Halton, and in fact what impelled me to start smoking were the field latrines.When I say 'latrines' I am not referring to pits dug deep into the ground to collect effluent but a canvas and hessian shrouded line of thunder boxes.When seated at ones devotions,. Also, it would mean walking through the entire restaurant, where everyone could see me, appraise me, and, of course, laugh at the girl who fainted. The pressure on my bladder increased, so I uncrossed my legs, pushed the chair back, and stood up, nodding a brief excuse me to the conversation in progress.I was slightly surprised when Becky stood up to join me. She grabbed me around the waist, and marched me off to the ladies."Want someone to show you how it's done?" she giggled.The bathroom was. The excitement ofpretending to be someone's girlfriend had, somewhere along the road,dissolved into me actually just being his girlfriend and talking aboutthe mundane day to day of our lives. Or rather his life, since mine wasmostly made up.Did I want to just be a woman? Did I want to just become Olivia all thetime? Did I want this life? I was fairly sure the answer was no, and soI had decided that afternoon to break up with John. I?d decided maybeto become someone else for a while."I think we.