Sue returned the kiss, then pulled back a touch. “Harry, I want you to meet a friend of mine. Cassie, this is my husband, Harry. Harry, this is Cass...ie Parkhurst. We met here at the gym.” Her eyes twinkled in silent laughter at her friend.“Nice to meet you,” he said, shaking her hand.“Likewise,” said Cassie, flushing redly. Turning her head, she whispered to Sue, “You are going to pay for this!”Sue started laughing, then took her mystified husband by the arm and led him outside. She turned back. Let’s worry about it this summer.”“She’s cute. Hell, she’s better lookin’ than Emily!” Stephie teased.“Peaches, careful or I’ll turn you over my knee.”“No you won’t, since you wouldn’t do nuthin’ that would upset Red.”“Then I’ll have to tell Red that you’re misbehaving and HE’ll turn you over his knees!”“Ooooo!” Stephie giggled, “And THAT’s supposed to stop me from teasing you?”Kara laughed, and I groaned.“You know me too well! Let’s keep the teasing to a minimum at Red’s house, please.”“I. You see I was a typist and never had to shoot a gun again after basic training. The year was 1943 and I was a 18 year old clerk stationed close to good old London. I was billeted with Mrs Shaw, who asked me to call her 'Gwen'. She would call me 'Yank' but always in a sweet way. There was just the two of us in her home as her husband, Harry, was serving in Africa. She always treated me grand and I would bring home extra rations to help her out during those tough times. I was assigned to a. You also feel something growing between my legs and you keep looking outside. You’re probably watching the grass grow or some worms doing a rain dance. You don’t say a single word. You just keep staring outside.My desire for you is growing and pressing against your ass. I put my hands on your shoulders and you feel the heat coming from them. You moan just a little and lean your head to the side, offering your neck for my kiss. I delicately place my lips on it so you can feel my breath against.