Later, my mother had come back from her duty, and she called me. I went home, and mom had assigned me some work of going to a nearby store.So I went, ...and when I came back, I saw uncle was back home. So I didn’t go to aunty’s house that evening. I had my dinner and went to bed.The next day, dad and mom had left for the hospital early and instructed me to have breakfast and lunch on time. I also heard aunty’s voice at home. She was telling my mom that her husband has left for outstation work this. I was eighteen at the outbreak of hostilities, back then, which seemed like a lifetime ago everything was all excitement with boys telling us girls that they were going overseas into the thick of the battle and might never come back home again and their only regret was they never felt a woman's love, a rather nice way of asking for a fuck.All that was eighteen months ago and what with the deprivations of the basics, life was beginning to face up to realities, women crying with the loss of loved. You look up at me and smile. It is so hard to keep my eyes on the road. I reach over to you. You are wearing loose sweat pants. You shift your body around so that your butt is facing the front of the car. I can very easily slide my hand into your panties. Just as I do, a coal truck flies by, since I am going slower than normal. I am praying the driver didn’t see. You don’t seem to care. I am rubbing your clit between my thumb and forefinger. And I have my middle finger curled inside. . I then picked out a white garter and stockings and matching white silk bikini panties. I quickly pulled the stockings up my legs and attached them to the garter, then slid the panties up my legs and adjusted them so that just the cum swollen head of my cock jutted out above the waistband. I walked over to the full length mirror to admire myself and a big drop of precum formed on my slit as I got a good look at myself. I slowly began to run the palm of my hand across my panty covered shaft and.