Do you mind if I have a tailor improve the fit a bit? Perhaps I can send you a picture afterward." Oh, ma'am, I can guarantee that picture will have a...place of honor in the NCO club."The pilot interrupted diplomatically. "Ms. Durrani, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could you make that three copies, so we will have one for the enlisted club, the NCO club and the Officer's Club. I think it will keep everyone happier." I'm flattered, but of course I will, and I just happen to know a good. Very soon after that we were deep french kissing like we were both starving for love. It was probably the longest and most intense kissing session I have ever had. We must have kept it up for a couple of hours. No k**ding. Near the end of our time standing there, I moved my hand down her back and under her sweater. I felt a silky material. She was wearing something very sexy under that sweater. He back felt like silk and her tongue was so wet and tasty. Eventually I slid my hand down. "Oh my god, she is hitting on me!" The blonde bombshell pulled a large book from under the seats and snuggled up to Becky. "What's this?" Becky asked trying to change the conversation. Kristen stroked the side of her cheek. "Please," Becky said trying to edge away, "you're lovely and all that but I'm not into women!"Kristen opened the book and Becky gave a gasp, then a giggle. The old pages were full of drawings; each page had five or six. The pictures were beautifully crafted, but obscene in. Greg nestles even closer, his breath on her neck and hair. His finger now hunts for her clitoris, seeking to trigger her excitement. There's a kind of desperation to his movements, as if afraid she might rebuff his advances at any moment unless he can get her to feel as horny as he feels himself.Indeed, a part of her is tense and afraid, but ultimately she allows her body to make the decision, and the slick wetness that begins to seep from inside her becomes the answer. Rolling slowly to her.