Next Saturday afternoon, alone. She says to be prepared to spend the rest of the day and most of the night there. I am to park in the garage, go in th...e back door, then into the master bedroom, take off my clothes and put on what is on the bed and wait. I can only assume that Chrissie has been working on setting up everything, maybe for a longer period of time than I know.The rest of the week is normal. I didn't mention the forthcoming event and neither did Chrissie. I wasn't really sure what. “Nope,” he said, using the spatula to move his burger from the pan to the bun on a plate nearby. “You can have that one. I’ll make another one for me.”“In a minute,” she said. “Why would your mouth water? Or was that some of that hyperbole you were talking about?”“Not hyperbole.”“But why would your mouth water? I thought that was only associated with being hungry.”“I suppose you could say that,” he said.“You wanted to eat them?” She sounded horrified, and moved another step further away.“You. Besides that, the unit they were in was on the move constantly as the battles progressed and Germany was penetrated.Now, though, on a warm June afternoon, back in America, the vibrancy of these healthy, good looking women electrified all three lonesome soldiers. It was easy for Donna to see as she plied them with questions.The first thing she learned was that after their 30 day leave, which everyone in the whole company had been compelled to take, they would ship out to the Pacific Theater of. I grew more and more relaxed and drifted off to sleep. I awoke to a rattling of the doorknob and the brightness of the sun in my eyes. Apparently it was morning already. “Hey girl, what--” she looked at me. “Fun night?” she started giggling uncontrollably. I looked down to find two fingers still lodged in my pussy, my nightie hitched up to the bottoms of my tits, with white states splattered here and there. I jumped and went to cover myself up, but I then realized that this was Carly here;.