I kept thinking what does “my dog tags are on” mean? Did it mean that Jas was working and would be in his uniform? He had told me several times t...e likelihood of me actually physically seeing him in his combat greens would be little or no chance at all. I so hoped I was right. It was a fantasy of mine to undress Jas, and to be at his service. To me there is nothing like a military man in uniform. The way they walk, the confidence they ooze, and the pride in the job they are doing. It is just. I asked was she joking?, i told her "I can't take your underwear home"!, and then she asked straight out "why"! With a big smile on her face then said "are you going to do naughty things with them"..."are you going to wear them" "or even sniff and masturbate with them", I nearly chocked, as she said those wordsAgain she told me, "oh! Don't be silly, I know what you men are like", i know from the tell tale stains that used to be in my undies as my husband was far to clumsy and careless with my. I had to put both feet on the floor to stop the room's rocking. It took me about 30 seconds to orient and place myself. Right - Pete's place.I had the place to myself. The clock in the kitchenette said it was almost noon. I couldn't believe how long I'd slept. Pete had left a note on the refrigerator door on a piece of memo paper bearing the legend, "DON'T TELL ME WHAT KIND OF DAY TO HAVE!"Want to double for dinner with Adele and her brother, Martin (Adele says he's a "hunk")? Call me at office. I couldn’t resist to kiss him again, only to taste the dry and mellow taste of champagne that I gently sucked off his lips. I asked where we were going. He didn’t answer, he just refilled my glass and told me how absolutely thrilled he was to see me. As I savored my second glass while we talked, he slipped a strawberry into my mouth. I reciprocated, and once again, our lips locked and he pulled me onto his lap facing him. The skirt of my dress rode up high enough that the skin of my pussy could.