When she was done with hers. She smiled and answered. "Yes, I'd like another one Rachael, thank you." I asked the bartender, Brandi, for another lemon...lime Margarita and got another one for myself also. We kept chatting as she seemed to be so interested in me. I asked what she did for a living. It seems she was a banking clerk for Bank of the Nation. She said that she likes it too."Oh that's great, I work as a secretary for Turner, the law firm."As we kept drinking we did get a little looser. I joined the Army in 1962. It might not have been the best of all possible decisions but, at the time, it seemed like the right thing to do. I took basic at Fort Dix, NJ. Then I went on to take advanced individual training (AIT) at Ft. Monmouth, NJ. Since I enlisted (rather than waiting to be drafted) I had a choice of schooling and I wound up in communications.I was about 250 miles from home and, after Basic, I managed to hitchhike home just about every other weekend. Sure, I wasn't supposed. She would beg him to do it! The top half of her body was in a debate with the lower half, and the top half was loosing. Her heart began pounding at a maddening rate and her panties got wetter. Her brain told her to stop this transgression and remain loyal to her husband. If she was going to stop him this was her last chance. With a gasp she realized she was way past the point of no return. The hole between her legs was making all the decisions for the beautiful college educated nurse. Tammy. She knew how to make me wait and how to edge me to the brink and hold me there, with me frantically arching my hips up and gripping her bum with my penis feeling agonisingly tight enough to snap. Finally exquisite relief came when she Iet me cum, splashing a huge dollop of my semen over my chest and Kathy’s black lace panties. I guess even the guy in the picture with his cock between his girl’s tits would have envied what Julie treated me to! Julie left me soon after that. She said she’d told.