I entered the room to find a nakedBecca toweling off her hair in front of the full-length mirror. My eyesdarted around the room looking for my wife. ...I was panicking and notknowing what I should do; turn and leave the room or cover my eyes andapologize for coming in on her like this. “Hi, Carol is still in the shower,” Becca started telling me, “shewanted to wash her hair after she helped me with mine. She’s so sweet.”Then she dropped her towel on the bed and. She started moaning, "Oh, yeah" as I started picking up speed. I knew that since I had already cum twice, the third one was going to take a while. I just kept shoving my cock into her ass over and over again. Occasionally harder or faster, whichever seemed to bring about the best response from her. She was moving around, twisting her hips and pushing back to meet my thrusts. Her hand was a blur on her clit. Soon she started bucking her hips hard and her breathing got faster. She started. My wife was quartered at the air base during that year. Dot was a very outgoing person and made friends quickly at every new duty location. The women, especially, liked her. I was always interested in her budding friendships, of course, and she kept me updated by mail. I had a lot of mail. Frank and Phyllis were part of a camping group my wife Dot made friends with. We became especially close to them because Dot was crazy about the cute and shy little redhead. She was almost five feet tall and. On her roommate's bed was a suitcase, open, and a note on Annie's unmade bed:A,I'm at tennis. Catch you up later.F'F' must have stood for Annie's roommate, or someone named Fred who dresses in women's clothing, plays tennis and dropped his suitcase off in Annie's room. I took a closer look at the photos decorating the wall opposite of Annie's stuff. One face kept appearing in the pictures, and not Fred. A young woman with distinctive features: square face, large wide-set eyes and volumes of.