I looked up, turned to see her face expression; she only moaned and her legs got back to grip my head strongly. Fearing she’d longed for more, and... hoped she would release her clutch, I kissed and licked my way slowly up the inside of her leg, the back of the knee, where I knew this was a good erogenous zone. I teased her a bit more by kissing and tonguing her inner thighs, and then blew some air lightly over her cooter. She went nuts. I said: “How do you like them apples, huh, ma?!! Once my. Do it again, I WILL call the police. Don’t think for a second that because you got off this time it will happen again. Lose my number. Understand me? Good.’ She hung up the phone before he could respond, throwing it on the bed before letting out a loud growl and changing. Karl, FUCKING Karl. A fist rose and was then slammed into the wall. She grimaced as she felt the throbbing in her knuckles. He had spent two years letting her know how disposable she was and now he couldn’t seem to just let. For some of the time I accompanied him on his tours to Germany. Germany is a great place to be posted but not much good if you are a horny woman who likes her husband in bed with her every night. I think for the first 18 months we were there he spent half the time away on exercise or courses. The story I am about to relate is of one such occasion.I think it was in 1982 we had been posted to a camp near Koln. Because Mike was off on a 4 month attachment to another unit I travelled out on my own.. I did that and heard "Oh my God! What the fuck is that freak doing in there?" in a girls voice. I heard someone else shush her, and heard more muffled giggling as I continued to tell the operator I was sucking my fingers and tasting my own ass like a good little sissy bitch. She laughed and asked how big my titties were, I told her they were a c-cup and the giggling got louder outside, followed by more sushing. Now every port-a-potty is set up the same, they all have vents around the top that.