One night, s*s and I were sitting up alone, drinking a bottle of wine, and I couldn’t get over how good she looked, despite the fact that she’s ha... a couple of k**s. My old desire to fuck her came flooding back.“I think we should talk,” I said, looking down at the hem of her dress. I could see just the hint of the smooth olive skin of her thighs, and I felt the beginnings of an erection.“What about?” she asked. Her big brown eyes were glittery from the wine she had been drinking.“I’ve been. She turned around for my to see how thy fit and I noticed she had nothing on under. Her beautiful 34 b's just barely contained by the bib was a sight to see along with her short, but shapely legs. "How do you like this outfit?" she asked. "Looks great," I said, "especially with nothing underneath!" "Well you are going to undress me anyways, so what's the use?" she retorted. An indication of how comfortable or relationship had become over the span of several months after a lifetime of me being. He signalled me to come over. "I thought you should know before you tie the knot: I got what I wanted, and you can start again on the 15th of May. We'll talk later."Four happy years passed, except from the unhappy fact that Susan could not have children. We found out during the first year. The second year we gradually accepted this fact, and we focused a lot more on each other than most married couples do. We still fucked at least a couple of times a day, and we were quite infatuated with each. All of them were clean as far as not being FBI stuff. I laughed and said thanks, but we would be bringing some of ours too.We were just getting out of our vehicle when a nice Lear jet landed. The airfield crew fueled it as we loaded our gear. The stewardess was Army a Staff Sergeant Jenny Jones or JJ as she asked to be called. We sat down buckled up and listened to the safety speech from JJ and were rolling to takeoff that fast.In the air JJ explained that she had Dragonskin body armor for.