Not that I could hear any better but at least I could answer the phone."No, Ensign Olsen ... no emergency ... just Carole Ann." She's fine ... wet but... she's fine." Yes Sir, I'll tell her." Carole Ann?" I shouted to get her attention, "Ensign Olsen wants you to give lessons to the town air raid siren."This was the era of the fallout shelter and students hiding under their desks as protection from nuclear blasts. Every town had war surplus air raid sirens scattered here and there. The radio had. At home, she used to wear a short half pants which ended just 4 inches below her pussy. It would be really tight showing her camel toe pussy. Her mother always signaled her when I am looking at her pussy area to cover it.We used to go out regularly and her mother would make sure she wore proper clothes before sending with me. Once it was late in the night when I dropped her home. I saw from a window gap that her mother examined her pussy to check whether I had fucked her giving her some. I want one more night of you fucking me and cumming in me before I know your name,” she said, grabbing my cock again. “Ask me something else.”“Okay, well, I asked you earlier how many of the four guys you let cum in you the week you got knocked up. So, how many of them came inside you?” I asked.“I don’t think that’s any of your fuckin’ business,” she said, sounding like the bitch I knew she was.For some reason, her bitchy attitude aroused me. I felt my cock throb as she spoke. “God, I love it. “My character is married to the King of Wessex. She is dour, pig-faced with her nose up in the air, always looking down upon people. I love playing a bitch, but it is nothing like how I am in real life.”“Is it difficult to get into the bitch character?” Charley asks her.“One trick I use to get in the mindset to portray someone who looks like she has something stuffed up her bum is to actually stuff something up me bum,” Eliza lifts the back of her dress and reveals her perfectly rounded bubble.