She held me close and whispered in my ear 'You are beautiful'.I should have said that to her! She had dark hair shoulder length.She had a wonderful su... tan.Her white dress showed her tan off well.She was average height and had medium size breasts and a beautiful soft touch. She asked me if she could take me home to her place,another role reversal question which I liked.I said yes.I said I had come in my friend's car. She said she would drive me to her place in her car and take me back home. She moaned again as her hips rocked against my face. I grabbed her ass and pulled her tight, trying to thrust my tongue as deeply inside her as I could. She moved my head around with her hands as she rocked her hips against me. I was sliding my tongue up and down inside her as she pulled me in and out. My body was shaking and I struggled not to cum in my trunks. I felt a warm flow over my tongue as her pussy lips squeezed me and her body shook. She moaned loudly as she rammed her pussy. When the war started I joined the First Aid Nursing Yeomanry as a driver. I had learned to drive on the estate and knew about tractors, lorries and cars and was even capable of some mechanical repairs because John had taught me. I received an order in 1942 to attend a mews house in Islington. I put on my best uniform and arrived promptly at the allotted hour of eleven. A dowdy woman, about fifty, answered my knock and invited me in after checking my identity card. “Olivia Stokes,” she announced. Soon we finished our drinking and parted ways.I took a bus to head to the train station. It was already close to 12:00 in the night, so the peak hour office traffic had vanished. I took a train. While the compartment wasn’t empty as such, it wasn’t the usual Mumbai crowded. The cold breeze from the window was only adding to my drunk buzz.Somewhere along, an elderly looking guy came and sat next to me. After a while, I felt as if this guy next to me was a little too close to me. His fingers were.