I was very disappointed as I was getting closer to finishing up the mowing and Mrs. Martin hasn’t returned home. I desperately wanted to fuck her to...ay. Once done with the mowing I was shocked to see the door of the house open and Mr. Martin standing there. He asked if I could come in for a few minutes. I entered the house thinking Mr. Martin wanted to tell me some more about his college football stories. Mr. Martin sat in his recliner in the living room as pointed to the sofa and asked me to. As they filed out the door, each lost in their own thoughts, Burton had a quite conversation with the guards that were posted outside the door. Night quickly swallowed up the men as they walked slowly back to the respective quarters leaving the airdrome wrapped in fog, both of night as well as war. Commander Burton was jolted awake in the pre dawn hours by a pounding at his door. ‘Commander…wake up, the German, Richthofen is gone!’ Burton bounced out of his bed and flung open the door. The. Marie locates her bags within minutes and Chaz carries them out to his convertible, tosses the bags in the trunk and unlocks the door, opening it for Marie. She grins and gets in and Chaz slides over the hood and opens the driver's door and hops in. He puts the top down and pulls out of the lot."Do you understand English?" Marie looks confused and just hands Chaz an envelope. "OK." He pulls the car over into a McDonald's lot and parks, opening up the envelope. Yet another letter on Hank's ugly. The scents and the sight on my whore-wife. It was very apparent that a full-fledged fuck-feast had just taken place. I then slowly began to undress."Go on" I encouraged."He was SO turned on" she continued, "MORE than usual. He was telling me how hot I looked... How he wanted to fuck me." Then what?" I encouraged her, my body almost totally naked."He then, very roughly" she described in detail, "pushed his firm cock into the back of my throat.... I gaged a little and it seemed to turn him on! He.