Her hair was in a bun again and when I unleashed it, it cascaded over her shoulders, arranging itself down her back and chest.Monique just stood and l...ooked at me as I undressed. I had no idea what was going through her mind but a little bashful smile played on her bare lips.She was leaving it all up to me, perhaps demonstrating that the brazen woman at the fort was not really her and she had only become that for the occasion.Her prominent, round eyes looked at me with naïve expectation. I. This little project is takin' longer than I expected, but you know, I reckon if I keep at it, I'll be done by sundown tomorrow. So I headed out to the garage to get back to work just as George, my neighbor, poked his head through the door."What's happenin' Fred?" Hey George, long time no see. How's it hangin'?" Not bad. Hey, I just wanted to drop by and tell you how sorry me and Marge are about the divorce and all. It's a damn shame what that woman did to you." Ah, don't sweat it George, it. Izzy was waiting on a bench outside of school waiting for Mr James, she knew nothing could happen tonight, that would be too risky but that didn’t mean she could think about it. She glanced around making sure she was out of eye line of anyone before sliding her hand up her skirt to her still bare pussy. She was pretty sure it had been wet all day; surprised every time she left a class room and there wasn’t a damp patch on her seat. She found her clit, she was only going to have a little play,. “We’ll be with you in a minute, love,” said one guy who I took to be the Captain. They entered the shower area one by one and I heard the water sprinkle and they returned to mixture of laughter and rough-sounding talk. For what seemed like forever, I sat there looking at those bare walls. I closed my eyes and ran my index finger over the outline of my pubic mound, listening to the sounds of the guys. I could pick out the odd expletive and there was a lot laughing and throaty, manly talk. I.