I looked up and we just stared at each other for a long time. I didnt really understand what was going on at the time, I just knew that it was an awkw...rd moment for both of us. I was never really around guys much. The most I had ever done was spin-the-bottle at a friends party one time. Id had crushes on guys before in my grade, but I never liked anyone as much as I liked Brad. After that, my parents asked him to watch me all the time. He was just like any other babysitter letting me have some. The setting is the same weapons storage area that another incident happened at, the difference eas this happened during the late winter of 1967 in November. Again it involved two dog handlers and their alsatians and myself. This time all had been quiet so the dog handlers took shelter in an old guard house overlooking a fence line that had originally been built by the Nazis during World War II, but now stood defiant and only used to shelter the k9 men. Though dusty and filled with many cob webs. His fingers moved over my rib cage. I groaned as they unsnapped my front attaching bra. Gently, those fingers wrapped around my breast, squeezing, testing, evaluating, and, yes, tantalizing. Thumb and forefinger closed on my nipple and rolled it back and forth. Desire raced through me."Please. For God's sake," I whimpered."You've lovely breasts, Karen. I'm going to enjoy them," he whispered in my ear. "I'm going to enjoy all of you. You're a very sexual woman. Why you've repressed it, I'll. The aroma of her pussy was sweet as Hymettan honey and my mouth watered at the mere thought of savoring those glistening rosy lips and exploring her secret inner depths with my tongue. So I lifted her knees and placed my hands beneath her firm buttocks. Immediately she knew my intentions and spread her pussy with her ivory fingers. As my tongue lapped and feasted upon her every hidden treasure, from her tender nub to the folds and fruits below, she spread her lips further and further apart.