She had lasted a lot longer than some. He remembered the first girl, the girl who wouldn't quit crying. She called the knife. She hadn't lasted three ...ays.But a task force was something new and delicious. They couldn't find him, they had nothing on him. Mr. Big Shot Detective couldn't find his ass with a flash light, road map and both hands. He smothered his giggles into his hand.And his partner, whoa, now she was something. All blonde, cool good looks and ice in her veins, sexy as hell in her. She undid my trousers and pulled my cock out the slit of my boxers while our kissing got wilder and more passionate.I kissed off her mouth and down her neck while unhooking her bra and watched her tits fall from her bra as I slipped her straps from her shoulders. They now hung loose with big hard looking nipples that were asking to be sucked.Yvonne held my head against her soft tit while I sucked on her nipple, kissing sucking and I little tugging on it which made her moan all the more. While. "We're all alone in here, nobody to see or hear," whispered Flair. "We could get ourselves off and nobody would know. Isn't that swaying of the train sexy?" Forget it!" cried Texas in distress. She jumped up and freed herself. She turned to her bunk. Flair gave an excited laugh and caught her, fell on her taking her down on the bunk."Why don't we fool around a little?" said Flair.Texas was really scared now. Flair was athletic, strong, weighed more than she did, and was younger to boot. And. The night before, Lady Maude and I had made love into the early hours, but we spent equally as much time in quiet conversation and just luxuriating in being together and in each others arms. I believe that she had originally intended to accompany me to Hampshire, but in the end our night-time exertions had exhausted her and I had left her sleeping in my bed. I was also tired, of course, but I still largely retained my wartime practise of sleeping as and when I could, together with having to.