She had faith in him he’d be good about it all. However, he knew she had her doubts. There she was, with her top back on, and for whatever reason sh... put it back on and headed back upstairs. He watched her. He watched intently as she headed upstairs. He looked at the time on his cell phone. 5:33 it read. Hmmm, why’s she going upstairs he asked himself. He didn’t know. He sat back down and waited. She didn’t come back downstairs. He looked at his cell phone again. It read 5:43. What’s she doing. As I hadn,t established an account with the base credit union I hadn,t bought a car yet so caught a ride with two fellow airmen that worked my same shift to a well known bar on the outskirts of town and soon joined in the drinking the local brew Bitburger Pils beer. I found it easier to get along with the locals as I spoke German well as it was my second language in America. This particular night I,d become friendly with a fellow named Horst Engels who was there with two stunning females. And being lonely. I was amazed at how similar the story of her marriage was to those of her friends. Why any red-blooded male would leave these four women to their own devices and not at least attempt to keep them well-fucked was beyond me.It was early in the afternoon when Martha turned to me and asked, "Tom, do you think I'm attractive." Well, no, ma'am. You're way to pretty to just be attractive. You're... well, you're sexy and beautiful and very desirable."She smiled and asked coquettishly,. Her phone buzzed again. “Sounds like you two are having a great old time. I'm glad Lisa is there with you. I think you need this. Oh, by the way, I had to go into the toilets at work so I could get a better look at that photo. Lol.” Brittany began imagining Dave standing in the toilets with a hard-on looking at Lisa's tits and although there was a slight pang of jealousy, it wasn't because he was looking at Lisa, it was because she wasn't there to take care of his cock. She told Lisa what he.