" Sherman adjusted the controls and we stepped into the Wayback Machine (my own invention, by the way) and in less time than it takes to tell it we we...e standing outside Lieutenant Lawrence's personal quarters. I knocked on the door and a voice inside bade us enter. We were soon in the presence of the illustrious army officer."I say, chaps! How do I look?" Lt. Lawrence said. Sherman and I stood there aghast at what we saw."You look lovely," I finally ventured to say. "Are you on your way to a. A little mess on her chin. A bit that had sprayed across her forehead. I didn’t know I had that much in me and still some dripping from the spent cock. Which she scooped up and licked like a good girl.I was drained, but enjoyed what she was doing with my cock, holding it so gently, kissing it with gratitude, petting it lovingly as it retreated back to flaccid. And she was still cleaning it with her wondrous tongue.I sat back and stared at the sky, hand on her head. A starry night.She was. Defying her age with the skimpy clothes she wore, she made me hard whenever she smiled at me.Drinking tea in her kitchen and not really talking about much, she disappeared for a while and came back in wearing a black satin housecoat. Oddly, the only thing that struck me was the beautiful gold embroidered dragon on it. She tried to chastise me as she knew we’d fucked on the marital bed. Debbie told her everything in a panic but managed to keep Paul out of it. I was searing with embarrassment. ” We were seated in a darkly stained booth. It might as well have been lit by candlelight. The booth faced a window that looked down a long boulevard. Lights flickered and the skyscrapers seemed to be falling away from the street. I ordered a limoncello in a frosted flute for her and Campari with a twist for me. When our drinks came, I lifted my glass. “A toast?” I said without a clue as to what to say next. “To old friends?” she said holding up her glass with an exaggerated, comic wince. “No..