Want to feel?" She grinned at me, knowing she was teasing and enjoying it."Not here. We might get in trouble." I said as my cock jumped and squirmed."...I can't wear a bra under this, and the wool or whatever it is, it scratches my tits something awful." She wiggled and her boobs jiggled.I nodded and admired. They were high and the aroused nipples were evident, poking out and pointing slightly away from each other. "How come you can't wear a bra?" I asked, enjoying the direction this was. We found the memory of that alone could sometimes act as an aphrodisiac for us. By March of 1970 Sarah was very sick as her poor health reared it’s ugly head with her irritable bowel giving trouble coupled with being extremely homesick plus she just couldn’t, get war in constant sub zero temperatures so her parents paid her fare and she flew back to be treated by the nhs. I had no idea how the nhs worked so didn,t realise how long she,d be back in England. My worry about her affected me so much. She ran her finger around her opening, now dripping with wetness, and flicked her finger inside. Her other hand fondled her breast, tracing the shape of her nipple as if her finger was a tongue. Back and forth, she imagined, picturing a man sliding his hand back and forth on his throbbing hard cock and watching her intently, his eyes trailing her moving hands and studying her every motion. Her breathing deepened and she pinched her nipple as her pace intensified. She pressed harder onto her. And she was undeniably aroused. For a moment, she wondered if she could invent an excuse there and then but, annoyingly, nothing came to mind. When she looked back from the doorway, the girl was nowhere to be seen.Parading her new purchases for Alan’s benefit that night, she told him that she had had an interesting encounter when she bought them.‘Tell me,’ he said.‘Fuck me,’ she replied, stepping out of the knickers and lying back on the bed with her legs spread. ‘Fuck me slowly, and I’ll tell.