‘Anytime, but you’ve never looked that happy just to see me.’ She sighed dramatically. ‘Fine, you won. Come inside,’ she said, giggling as s...he pulled him down the boardwalk and into the house which was deserted. ‘What?’ he asked, panting as he started at the blue prints in front of him. ‘I’ve been meaning to redo the part of the house that you’re living in for months now, termites,’ she explained, ‘So this is what the new part is going to look like.’ ‘So where am I going to stay while this is. She looked about ten years younger, and damn hot. She admired the way the tight spandex pants clung tightly to her round ass, the thong she wore underneath ensuring there was no panty line to ruin the effect.“That’ll do nicely!” She grabbed her handbag and headed out to catch a cab.The cab dropped her in a dark, quiet part of town near the river. The club was a converted warehouse near the docks, and the industrial area of town was quiet at this time of night. The cab sped off and the only. K. Now the two were in bras, panties (white silk) and stockings. I peeled off their stockings first; then their panties. I wanted to save the bras for last - to see the hangers drop. When only their bras covered them, I began to give them the once-over. Wrinkles on their tummies, and totally white strands of hair covering their cunts. Serious fetish stuff here!Finally, I said, "Lucille, you first. Come to the dressing mirror." She dutifully walked to the mirror. I stood behind her, unhooked her. I was curious at their attitude but I put it down to their wanting to get the fighting out of the way so they could be reunited with their beloved mounts and ready to move on to the next campground and start the process all over again. At least, those of them that was still in a combat-ready condition. My memory of the fighting of that period was certainly not extensive but I did remember that the usual casualties on a major engagement were in the thirty percent range and that meant almost one.