We had one day together before some crisis developed somewhere in the world and Elizabeth had to go. I was irritated, to say the least. She tried to p...lacate me with promises of a quick return, but I knew that wouldn't happen. She promised another time, but that was getting old also. At least she cried about having ruined our time together, so I at least knew she cared.That was the only time I ever saw Robert really mad at his sister. He came over just before she left, found out what was. There wasn't much else going on so I checked with my husband and then agreed to meet her at a bar in town.It was a small cocktail bar we often visit and we quickly got stuck into a few drinks. In hindsight they were a little too strong for a Sunday afternoon.We were on our third drink when two guys starting chatting to us. They must have been a good ten years younger, so I kind of admired their confidence. I pointed out we were both married so although they were welcome to join us for a chat. I nodded. I rolled her over and pushed her down on my bed. My hands quickly went to her shirt, pushing it off and throwing it aside. Her red lace bra was no more after a few seconds. My lips were on her nipples in no time, sucking, licking, and biting them. I then kissed between her cleavage, down her chest. She was moaning uncontrollably as I covered her with my kissing.I then unzipped her skirt and pulled it away, leaving her in just her red lace panties and her fishnets. I let my hand slip. He'd have found a way on this mission no matter what now that he knew Freya's Aerotank was the one downed. He owed that Sergeant a few rounds of beer for seeking him out in the Officers mess and giving him the news."I'm getting damn tired of this crap," Freya thought when the hood was pulled off and she found herself looking at a bulky man dressed in a leather jerkin and pants with heavy boots on his feet. His brawny arms and hairy chest were bare, his face rugged and scarred, his hair a brown.