What a strange thing for one woman to say about another.Sarah was wearing a silk blouse that was obviously top quality, very shear, pale blue, and dev...id of excess material. As she spun around, I could see no signs of a bra strap across her back, but given her sister's absence of breasts, that did not surprise me. The slacks that she wore also came with no unnecessary material; she appeared to be poured into them. Her ass was a thing of beauty — firm, tight, and small. As she slowly turned. He was English, but third generation Italian, so I allowed him the emotion."Dewey mate, you don't know how pleased I am to see you." He wiped his eyes with his handkerchief. "It just hasn't been the same since you left the regiment, and now we 've been bundled up in this frigging new mob I've had a guts full of the fucking army, and I'm going to put my papers in when we get back from Afghanistan." Well, you've got enough service in for a bloody good pension." I took a swill of my pint. "What. "You're home early, "she said, "didn't they buy it?" "They bought it," I said, "but they said they had a very early plane." Well, come to bed, now!" she saidI told her I needed to shower first, but she insisted I just come to bed. I was afraid if she touched my cock she'd know it had spent the evening where it really shouldn't have been. She took my hand and led me to our bedroom and began helping me off with my clothes. I turned toward the bathroom but she pulled me to the bed and dove under. .."I knew it was now or never so, I stood up and kissed her. She tried to pull away but I held her close and when she realized I was serious, she relaxed and began to kiss me back. I pushed her into the counter and she let go of her robe and put her arms around me. I put my arm inside her robe and felt the naked flesh of her back with my hands."I know you must think of me as a masher but I want you badly."Her answer was to take my hand and lead me to her bedroom. I left my tool belt on the.