Cynthia was sleeping with her back facing me, her legs on top of one another. She was wearing a nightie which covered her chest andlower body upto the... thighs.I hesitated for a moment, as i knew what i was about to do was a bit creepy. But i had it talked with Bob, and he was ready waiting at his friends place to receive mycall, in case Cynthia panicked.I put my bag down near the bed and climbed up on it. Cynthia was half asleep, thinking that i was her boyfriend. As i placed my fingers over her. First, she hesitated to wear these, then I gave her slacks (lower / leggings up to the knee). She wore it and was looking damn sexy.I kissed her and before I start again, I stopped myself for real game and we moved out. I see guys drinking at swimming pool watching my wife’s assets. Her boobs were bouncing while she was walking, also they can see her smooth back covered with nothing, she didn’t notice them. I got angry but with a strange feeling of my wife getting eye fucked by few guys, I kept. Oops! A large dollop of ice cream fell on my right breast, running down my well-tanned flesh and into the valley between them.That got a soft sigh from the gathered males and a very loud, "Cindy!" What?" I giggled, licking my lips and trying to be serious. "It's not my fault the ice cream is melting!" Alright," Peter sighed and looked at his watch. "Lunch! Quickly people. We're going to set up at the fish market in forty minutes!"The crowd stayed with me, of course, and I wasn't moving. Rita. Over the next few weeks of basic training, I sent Monica emails whenever I could, and called her whenever we got phone privileges. I talked to this 38 year old woman more than I did my parents. I found out that she was married and had 3 c***dren. Her husband was an African American truck driver and was gone for long periods on the road. She sent pictures of her family and told me everything about herself as I did about mine. After I graduated from Basic training and my specific job.