”She chuckled softly,“More like I know I’m safe with you.”Her hand found his under the covers and their fingers intertwined, linking them toge...ther. It turned out that Maryse had the timing for the call for supper right, the end credits had just started rolling when his father popped his head around the doorway,“Ah you’re awake, hello Maryse, food is ready.”“Hello mister Anders, I’m sure I can drag him away from his movies for that.”Joe’s father chuckled,“Don’t tell me he dragged you in here to. I had a shirt on, flowing and feminine. I looked around, private, no-one can see, so I relax. Her hands part my thighs, she’s breathing faster too. One hand runs up my thigh toward my cunt, she gently rubs her thumb over it, panties still on. I am so eager for her to touch me, I thrust myself forward more. She pulls my skirt up higher and removes my panties. She spreads my legs again and touches my wetness. She lowers her head and begins to lick and suck my clit. I moan in ecstasy, this is. There was no other hair on her body, not even on her forearms. Normally, in that case I would assume that someone had done full-body permanent hair removal, but looking at the area around her vulva I could see that there were no indications of hair follicles - none of the little plucked- chicken bumps that give away dense hair removal. She looked like one of those raunchy drawings of a frat-boy's wet dream idea of a perfect woman. That idea was reinforced by her first words as I entered the. Alone in the corner sat a battered piano. At times one or another of the pilots would play a few tunes that were popular. Most times it sat silent. A wood burning stove kept the always hot tea kettle boiling. The cook laid out platters of cold ham, butter, jams and bread for the pilots to eat. Even at this early hour the pilots would be drinking the heavy dark beer to keep the dampness at bay. Of course there was no possibility of flying a mission today war or no war. Mostly their missions.