We talked, flirted and traded double entendres for a while. We found out that Devon and Gator were Navy fighter pilots assigned to an aircraft carrier.... We also found out that Gator’s real named was Josh and Gator was his call sign, the nickname pilots give each other. Devon’s call sign was Demon. They were leaving on a six month cruise the next day and were out for a last night of fun. Like Cinderella they had to be back at the base by midnight. Vanessa and I told Devon and Josh a little about. A few days later, I saw a message from Missed Connections. I eagerly clicked on the email, and it was him! Hi Kasey. My name is Denis. I’m really surprised that you saw this and actually wrote back. Sorry I had to leave because I had to meet up with some friends for a birthday. Maybe we can hang out this weekend? In the message, he had left his cell number. I did a little dance and texted him. We exchanged a few messages, and decided to meet at a different bar for drinks, this time at one. I went near her from behind and peeked into the stove acting as if i was watching her preparing tea. As i went close, i complemented that the smell was heavenly and what shampoo she used. She smiled and told me the brand, and i told her it smelled great. She said its not probably the hair but her soap. I replied probably both. All this time i was standing so close and she could feel my breath on her neck. I asked her i can smell her hair and that i loved it and it was silky long and beautifull.. Reaching over she grabbed or round bristle brush complete with a rubber grip, after placing it there after brushing her hair that morning, now was the best use her hairbrush had. Gentling brushing her landing strip of pubic hair Katie tempted herself by running the bristles over her clitoris, moaning with great pleasure she dunked the handle end into her sweet savouring pool of juices. Soon overflowing onto her stomach her secretions were running fast. The pumping action of the brush didn't.