I downed a shot and when I turned around to face him, he put his hand on my dress and slurred, "Take this off." “Aye, aye sir.” He grinned at me a...ain, a bit of a creepy beard smile. I lifted the dress over my head and stood before him — naked. He didn’t waste time. He moved in, groped at my tits and ass, and kissed me, his breath smelling of scotch. His hands roamed over my body. “Captain likes,” I said, feeling his hard cock against me. I reached down to unbutton and unzip his shorts. We. I was both relieved and disappointed when Scott was done with his tradeshow and went back home. Four months later Scott had called our house to see about staying during another tradeshow and my husband readily welcomed him to stay. He and my husband had a lot in common and got along great. I am embarrassed to say that we did the same thing when he returned for that second tradeshow. Every evening we met down stairs and every night he fingered me through my satin panties to orgasm. We never. Rommel inquired about his unit and his health.“I/104 Schützen Regiment, Herr Feldmarschall,” Dieter replied. “My leg is improving. They have me walking a little.”“I am visiting to award you your Verwundetenabzeichen [Wound Badge],” Rommel said. He pinned a silver pin to Dieter’s gown.“Silver?” Dieter asked. “This is my first wound.” The Wehrmacht awarded black Wound Badges for the first or second time a soldier was wounded.“Are you sure?” Rommel asked. The aide beside him looked flustered at. "Hey sir are you going far?" I asked"Oh just round the corner" he smiled."I'm going that way would you like a hand?" I asked"Sure young man" so I took the bag from him and we took a slow walk back to his house.A few minutes we stepped inside and I followed him into the kitchen.Standing by the sink was a chubby ebony granny with long tied back brown hair and she was wearing a big red apron and not much else and I could see her big round naked brown ass."This is Bettie my wife" he smiled."Oh.