Obviously a weekend getaway used for several years, but not lived in regularly. The living room on the left had two couches, a TV, a large recliner an... a dining table with four chairs. On the right was the kitchen with a pass through. Down a hall to the right were two bedrooms, each with its own bathroom. We walked to the last one and dropped our bags on the floor. Sandy turned to me and we embraced eagerly. My mouth found hers, and our tongues played a 'thrust and parry' dance, while our. You don't have to transfer. We do need to get the lieutenant out of there."Arnold came over to me and said, "You'll get a strangely worded letter from the CINCLANT commending your work here, but it won't say what the work was. I appreciate what you did and we'll all be better off without the unnecessary bad press. Nobody screwed up here. What can I do for you before I return to the ship?" I want to use the telephone without someone listening in my ear."Lowodski said, "Your home is on minus four. Once under the stinging water (I prefer my shower like my men - hard), I began thinking about my encounter at the market. Would he show up? If he did, what would happen? Would we kiss? Would we fuck? The thought of it all got to me as I soaped up my ample breasts and rinsed them. I grabbed the shave gel and sprayed some into my hand. I rubbed my hands together and felt the lather forming in my hands. I ran my hands up and down my calves and thick thighs, brushing my finger against my pussy. Once you're out you can pull your pants up and talk again or whatever."Buffy scrambled out of the room, trying not to notice that little Dawnie's gaze was locked on her retreating red ass.Once she was out of Dawn's room Buffy slammed the door behind her and quickly pulled up her pants. She then just stood there for a few long minutes, contemplating what had just happened, especially the last few moments.It was worse than Buffy had originally thought. Somehow Dawn's wish had made Buffy enjoy.