I take the fabric just above the jeans in my mouth and pull, your blouse sliding smoothly out of your pants, leaving you with just one button holding ...your shirt together in the front. In just a few seconds, that button is undone also and the blouse is just hanging on your shoulders. My hands slide up your side and brush the blouse from your shoulders, which falls to the floor where it lays unnoticed. Your hands return the favor and my shirt slides off to join yours on the floor. The light falls. Our military is the envy of all who know us well. The one requirement of citizenship that does have its detractors is that everyone must spend three years on active duty with the Haven Army and 20 years in the active reserve. Actually, very few people complain about those requirements because the main duty of the reserve is to spend one hour a week in target practice with the S2 rifle or whatever other weapon might be appropriate for their military job—artillery, sapper, or observation. Bernie's wife Maggie was putting away her fair share, but on her it looked good. Maggie got real loose when she drank and it showed up when she was on the dance floor. Maggie made "Dirty Dancing" look tame. If you went out on the floor with Maggie it was a given that you would return to the table with a lump in your trousers. It happened to me several times that night and I got nasty looks each time from my wife Stella. Stella was putting away a little more than her fair share and producing a. Mum said OK so I took off my tee shirt and bra. Mum then tenderly felt all of my big tits explaining as she went what she was doing and what were the most important areas to check. I had to put on "my game face" and listen carefully whilst all the time I was thinking how sexy I felt and what I was going to do to Mum if she gave me the chance. After a thorough five minute examination Mum said she had finished. I told her Thanks and that I should repay her by letting me check her breasts. I.