......I didn't care that he was married, and I didn't think about it either, I just wanted to have fun and he did too.....I didn't want to take him fr...m his wife or anything, it was just sex, and we did it a lot too....Wow, sounds like it was pretty exciting!Yeah it was, he only came over to my place once, but uh, it was exciting doing it in the washroom at the bar, and I guess it was easier for him too....anyway, that's how that thing started....you know, I was just thinking about the times. One would think that a young, red-blooded man who had his own personal sex kitten would be fucking her brains out every damn day at every possible moment, but that's just your lack of imagination, my friend. For instance, I don't believe that my asshole unscrewed from its lock-tight position for three days.As I patrolled the grounds night by night, memories forgotten came rushing back. There was the time when my platoon was ordered into the streets of Caracas to take the president's palace.. She hesitated when Allison murmurmed and fidgeted. When Allison stopped and was apparently back to sleep, Analise began to lower her pussy down onto Allison's hand. She felt the sleeping fingers give a little with her weight before penetrating her outer folds. A shiver went through Analise's body. She wiggled her hips a little, allowing Allison's fingers to brush over her swelling clit. The fingers began to slowly respond to her movements, caressing Analise's pussy. Analise could feel the. … Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.’ She clutched my hand and replied softly: ‘But for a whole week.’ ‘Um-hmm,’ I agreed with bitter-sweet feelings as I squeezed her hand. Then we walked on in silence. We had a good time on the tour around Manhattan, being entertained by the guide’s continuous description and sometimes witty comments. We held hands and just enjoyed being tourists, enjoyed being with each other, and – it seemed – enjoyed not having to say much. The most personal thing was.