I had a relativeserving mostly against his will on a warship that was sunk by anAmerican submarine that, strangely, was rumored to be manned by women-...that is, if Tokyo Rose could be trusted or even believed".My jaw dropped as I stared at this woman. She looked over at my suddensilence and reaction."Have I said something disturbing, Commander?" She asked in concern."You are of the family Moritsu," I gasped?The woman's eyes widened."How did you...?" The woman stared more intently at my nameplate. There were stories of snogs and shags and passes that went well and those that didn’t. Both women had confessions and it was only fair that I matched them. I had never claimed that I lived like a monk.Our industry involves frequent travel and is often high pressured. The opportunity to stray presented itself on a regular basis. Nights in hotels after successful conferences or sometimes following long consolation sessions in a strange city. The chances of ending up in bed with somebody new were. Aur ye SMITA mera achha khayal rakhti thi…..Uske bad jab Mera sala aur uski wife( SMITA) jab pehli bar mere ghar aaye to me use bahut jagah pe ghumane leke gaya , mera sala bahut bar apne dusre relatives k ghar jata tab me meri wife aur SMITA sath me shopping k liye bhi jatethe aur usko me bahut sara shopping karvata tha aur hum jab bhi moal me jate to me sab chiz usko trial karak lene ko kehta tha aur trial bhi karvata tha.Us time pehli bar hua ye ki meri wife moal me ghumte mere se alag ho. The sexual tension is unmistakable and highly charged. We continue chatting, gradually moving closer, my hand now feeling the softness of your skin above the stocking line. I lean towards you and place a very tentative kiss on your soft lips. You respond by opening your lips to mine and running your tongue gently along the length of my lips before I do the same, our tongues finally meeting for the first time.As we kiss, my fingers gently touch your pussy lips and feel the moisture coming from.