I was feeling rather low when a call came out of the amobarbital sodium from Christmas carol, she was coming back to Town for a few 24-hour interval and wanted to filch up. I went effective and invited her to stay, I was alone in the big house we had bought cheap from the USN and any troupe would be welcome.

I drove to the station to meet her, and did not recognise her at first, Carol had always what I privately thought as a power dresser, but Mark unkindly referred to her vogue as"Redneck"; today though she was in a flowing mark dress complete with a stylish floppy hat, she was even wearing dog, although if there is one woman in UK who did not need bounder it was lanky Carol.

"Get you !"I greeted as we hugged, I was a bit breathless, she was really putting some muscle into the hug, I felt more like I was being arrested.

She let me go and touched the hat self-consciously, smiled apologetically."You don't like it ?"

"I love it,"I lied, noticing her nails were manicured and painted, I bunched my fist to hide my piece ones. She took my arm, startling me, the shoemaker's last soul who linked arms with me and been my female parent when I was twelve.

"So, you did not refer why you are back ?"I broke what was proving an cumbersome quiet as we walked toward the car, her bag rumbling along behind us.

"I left Tom,"she said bluntly.

The awkward secrecy got even awkwarder and stretched until we got to the car.

"When you say left…"I ventured.

"I mean for good !"She snapped, hoisting her case into the back."Sorry, my principal is a mess, it was a toss up, kill him or leave him, and I hear prison food is crap."

We climbed into the car, I kept quiet, Carol looked mad enough to kill me as a surrogate.

I saw her starting signal to unwind as she took in the old muckle, Carol had been a"local anesthetic"meaning born and raised in Portsmouth, and married Tom after meeting him at the fundament hop, not quite an policeman and a gentleman write up, but close enough for a Portsmouth tart.

"You know you can ride out as long as you want,"I ventured.

"Thanks,"she retorted shortly."But just a few days would really help, my Dad is going to help me find a flat, he already has a short lean. I nodded and wondered why she was not staying with her parents, she read my mind."I need to get ready for all the I told you so's from my mother."

"Ah,"I said lamely, thinking of her mother and her disapproving snarky remarks at my expense, I did not need some softy southerner reminding me I was a miner's brat, I had a hubby who did that.

"You are kidding me !"She exclaimed as I pulled into the drive."You bought this ? stain been selling torpedoes to the Russians ?"

"We got it cheap,"I admitted."US Navy is selling off old married quarters."

"Back in the day you and I lived in cardboard flatcar, this is a espouse fourth part ?"

"I am told an admiral lived here,"by the neighbours, many times. I did not credit we had had to take a second gear, enceinte, mortgage to make the station habitable, the admiral probably fought at Trafalgar.

I gave her the ask circuit, trying hard not to triumph, it was an incredible family with five bedrooms and a dining room as well as a living elbow room, imagine that ! A big jumping from the two-bedroom monotone in Rowner we had previously.

We fetched up on the breakfast bar - yep, I had a breakfast bar ! How is that for a miner's bratwurst from Grimethorpe ? I offered coffee and she pulled a face so I uncorked a feeding bottle of o.k. wine. Oh okay, I twisted the top off a bottle of Blue Nun. The Patrick White wine gobbled into a duad of big chicken feed, Carol held hers by the bow between both mitt, moodily twisting it from face to side. I twitched with the urge to grab it back, that was real crystal.

"What will you do ?"I asked finally."I mean work wise ?"

"Go back to teaching,"she shrugged. I should point out when Carol says teaching she is unlikely to be talking about Fareham High School, she had been a history instructor at a private college when Tom found her slumming it down the strip. She took a longsighted clout of wine and looked around the kitchen."You have done alright for yourself."For a miner's brat.

I took a mild sip."We are doing okay."Oops ! The"WE"had to have hit home."I am working for British Nuclear Fuels, chump got rated up."

She showed no pastime, sparing me having to accept I was actually just a secretary at BNF.

Sitting on the stool with her long ramification crossed I could not help but notice Carol had lost weight, where it counted, her top end was just as magnificent as ever, I am no flat pectus at 38C but carol cashed in at a man catching 40E, she once described her bra as two pail on a R-2. She had lost the cold-shoulder fifth wheel at her waist and her broad coxa gave her a classic hour chalk shape held up by stage that went all the way to floor when she stood up. She had doubled as a gym instructor and it showed in the heftiness tone of her pile peg. I refilled her shabu as she moodily gulped it down.

Without the hat the clothes caught the eye and it flattered her Junoesque fig, clinging to the good bits and forming smooth curve in-between, it was knee distance but twat, sitting as she was it revealed she was wearing holdup stockings, another change, when she caught me wearing stockings one night we were out she accused me of pandering to male melodic theme of eye candy.

"Was it an matter ?"I asked delicately. Tom had made plenty of toss at me, and I doubt I was singular, Mark usually referred to him as a Fanny Rat.

Carol sighed."Like he never had one ! Two faced mother fucker !"

I blinked and suddenly the change in her dress sense made thoroughgoing sensation."Oh !"

She drained the indorsement spyglass and helped herself to the adjacent, emptying the bottle and shaking it like tomato ketchup."Oh !"She mimicked."Don't you judge me as well !"

"I am hardly in a position to criticise !"I pointed out."You know that !"

"I am talking about an affair, not some one-night stand,"she remarked. I was not sure how that made such a difference but held my tongue."He did not splice a nun,"she continued after a pause."He knew that, I have indigence and with him away so much…"She realised she was preaching to the choir and stopped."We were not hurting anyone ; Tom had my full attention when he was in port."

I got another bottle out of the chiller, oh, I did not mention the vino chiller, did I ? Built into the fitted kitchen, nice.

"So it had been going on for a piece ?"

"A year,"she sighed.

"And Tom found out ?"

"Walked in on us,"Carol admitted. Ship came in early.

I winced, that was my nightmare ever since bull's eye's female parent caught us on her wanted rug, she made such a flurry, even burning the rug, guess she would stimulate burned me too if we lived in earlier times."Was it bad ?"

"Bad ?"She blinked at me.

"wellspring, a major scene, or did he just walk back out ?"

carol shook her head and her bronze curls wagged over her broad shoulders."No he wanted to join in."

"Tom ?"I gasped."I never thought he was that way inclined."

"Oh get real,"she disparaged."All men are. But Susan was having none of it and he got the hump on."

"Sir - sir - Susan ?"I stammered.

"Susan Trent,"She amplified."You remember her ?"

My head was reeling, of course I knew Susan Trent, she had been one of the gang when the boy were doing their - well whatever it was they did when they were all at Collingwood."But she is married !"I objected.

Carol threw her read/write head back and laughed, a real roar of hilarity."Oh you are invaluable Sal ! I tell you I was having a lesbian affair and that is your protest ? She is married ? So am I, and you, what the hell does that thing ?"

I could not help but try to project them together, it was like trying to jam a jigsaw bit to another wrong bit. Susan was a tiny elf of a woman, delicate, shy and utterly under the thumb of her yobo of a husband, she and mighty Carol getting sweaty together ? Nah !

"I never suspected,"I admitted, meaning Susan, but Christmas carol thought otherwise.

"That I was bi ? Not something I broadcast, puts other women off, they get highly strung, scared I might make a pass at them. Nice wench by the way, shows off your legs."I twitched the hem down and she howled laughter again."See what I mean ? Relax, I am not going to try and jump you !"

I felt myself blushing hard and tried to cool it with a longsighted drink of the coldness wine.

"So Tom, what ? Threw you out ?"

"No, he sulked, and told Susan's husband, then she would not see me anymore so I fucked him off, I might have married him but he does not own me."She fell into a Dwight Lyman Moody muteness, I got myself trying to tug my skirt down again, why the hellhole did I wear the short leather one today ? Oh yeah, to impress Carol, our friendly relationship had always been like that, when we went out I checked myself in the mirror to see what some potential man might see, but if carol would O.K.. Got it faulty occasionally, like the stockings. I glanced at hers in plain sight. Two faced bitch !

To my horror I saw her glance down also and smile knowingly, crap ! I did not know where to put my eye, I fixed on her fuzz, she reached up and combed her whorl with her fingers.

"So Tom had no idea about your…"Er…

"leaning ? No, look it is not what you think, I like men, but sometimes I see a girl and I think, wow, I like that, I do not go prowling around looking for a willing girl."

I hesitated but the vino was loosening my tongue."So how did you and Susan…. ?"

"I was getting a bit porky,"she smoothed her hands down her tum, drawing my oculus."I started going to aerobic exercise and there was Susan, taking the class."

"Susan teaches aerobics ? She kept that quiet."

Carol smiled at her memories."She kept everything serenity, We got to having a juice afterwards and talking about the Collingwood sidereal day, then one day she suggested we get a sauna to relax, the towels were the first gear thing to relax and - well - it just or happened.

I shivered at the image, except carol was not peeling the towel off Susan, it was off me. What would I birth done ? Slapped her bridge player away ? Not likely, her size and strength intimidated me, even more her towering self-confidence, would I birth just let her undress me and relate me ? My cheeks were burning red hot and I scrambled in my intellect for some other paradigm. I found myself slipping off the fecal matter and grabbed the mesa to push myself back, the second bottle was empty, I slipped a third and picked up my part full glass."Let's go sit down."

I led the way to the lounge and curled my legs up onto the sofa as Christmas carol flumped into an arm electric chair. At once I realised sitting as I was the dame had hiked up a half mile and my ramification were totally out there, but if I re-arranged myself Carol would notice and know why, distractingly she crossed her long ramification again.

"I am sorry, by the way,"carol said, breaking a long but not uncomfortable silence.

"Sorry for what ?"I asked.

"Oban."

I had to think for a bit."Oh, that,"we had never mentioned it and neither had Mark.

"That,"she was twisting the deoxyephedrine again."I screwed your hubby, that was not cool. I am sorry."

I did not know what to say, but if my blush got any hard my head would melt.

"You never said anything, I thought our friendship would be over. Do you mind me asking, why you did not do something to turn back us ?"

"I…"I what ? I am a peeper and enjoyed it, that I wanted to experience something on Mark ? I shook my head.

Carol was concentrating on her wine, not looking at me."I did it to get back at you, I should not suffer, it was childish."

"Get back at me ?"I was astonished."What did I ever do to you ?"

She glanced briefly at me."Kelly's,"she responded briefly

Kelly's ? Mark and I had stayed there a few clock time, he liked the mirrored four posters, they made me seasick. Oh - Ah ! But no, Carol and I went once, we were invited to some form of party, for the lifespan of me I could not recall who or what it was about, oh my God, I had gotten wasted, a pair of guy wire had come on to us and they were renting a room, we went up with them. But what about that would Carol take as an offence, it was not as though I had forced her into the one-night drunken stand.

"Your date passed out,"I said slowly."you pushed him off the bed and even then he did not fire up up."

"Yours was very active voice though,"her step was brittle.

"You wanted him ?"I groped for the root of what I could see was anger in her.

"No dullard, I wanted you, instead I had to lie there watching you with him in the mirror. I hated you so much."

"You wanted me ?"I was lost."You mean you wanted me to ditch my engagement because yours was out ?"That sort of made sense, we had a rigorous accord, if only one of us pulled we ditched the guy, we both left a baseball club with a man or neither of us did.

"I wanted you,"she stressed the ‘ wanted ’.

"I always wanted you, it was bad enough hearing you in the next bedroom, but that night I was right next to you, you were glorious and I… was… so…. Fucking… envious !"In the car I was thinking of that Night and thought ‘ prison term for pay back !'Pretty sad of me, huh ?"

"You were green-eyed of me ? You !"I found myself mimicking her twisting of the field glass and put it on the coffee table with a business firm click.

"No, I was jealous of that guy, I wanted to be the one doing the matter he was doing to you."She met my astonished eyes and made a drink motion."You were tremendous by the way, your looked stun and inebriate or not you took that guy into orbit and blew his mind."

There was a stunned secrecy on my constituent, then carol stirred."Can I borrow your sound ? I better forebode a taxi."

I did not want her to go."You asked why I did not interrupt you,"I blurted out."Because I enjoyed it, I enjoyed watching you and soft touch, but mainly you."

Her eyes widened and she mouthed a still"Oh !"

My philia was hammering painfully, I could feel a vein in my throat pulsation, she must be able to see it. Maybe it was the wine talking, or maybe it had been two month since I had known any touch but my own."Do you still find that way about me ?"My voice sounded hoarse and strained in my ears.

Carol flowed to her feet, for a big young woman with a lot of wine-coloured in her she was very graceful, her glass clinked against mine on the table, I watched like a hare caught in headlight as she stepped around the table to bear in nominal head of me, I had to crane my pass back to search up. Her house hands took my wrists and gently pulled me up off the couch, my shoes touched the floor but there was no strength in my shaking legs, her grip was all that stopped my sinking down into a puddle of Sally goo.

"You sure ?"She breathed, looking down into my eyes.

"This will not be my low all-girl rodeo,"my interpreter was still broken."I am sure."

I had surprised her."I did not know."

"Like you said, not the sort of thing we broadcast, but it has been a while, be patient role with me."

Her replete mouth quirked."Perhaps this is a bad time to tell you I get kind of kinky."

I pouted."You are talking to the woman who watched you screw her husband, cap that."

Her handwriting let go of my wrists, my buckling knees dropped me onto them, I caught the backrest of her human knee to finish going on down low-spirited, the fabric of her stockings felt foxy, lycra I guessed.

"return my panties off."Her voice had no tracing of the terror in mine, it was as firm and commanding as the hands she now placed on my articulatio humeri to reenforce her dominance over me.

My sass was dry with care, I was not kidding when I said it had been a while, as in years, before I got married ; I wondered if it was like riding a bike. My hands slid up the back of her legs, reaching the lace top crease, the giggle dance band we used to call it at school, let him get that far and he is laughing. My thenar were now on bare hide, smooth, quick and tight with heftiness, but I felt a tremor and was comforted to recognize that under that cool façade she was flighty too.

My fingertips found the border of her step-in, rough look lace, I traced the articulate curve of her bottom to reach the top mete, hooked my digit in and run them down to her ankle joint where she obligingly lifted each groundwork in turn so I could free them from her.

She snapped her digit and held out one hand, I obediently handed her her panty. With one hand she tightly balled up the lacing and with the other pressed firmly on my chin, opening my mouth. Well to be fair she had warned me she was kinky, but this was a new one on me. She pushed her balled up panties into my mouth, pressing them all the way in to organise a very efficient ball gag.

And something else.

My eyes popped as a musky scent filled my olfactory organ, coming up the vertebral column way from my sassing, it was powerful and intoxicating, my inwardness was doing a tripper hammer printing and the way swayed around me. carol laughed softly."You are getting a pheromone high, I have been leaking since I saw you on the station."There was a decided dampness to the fabric, and getting wetter as I salivated helplessly."Like it ?"

I could only make a muffled gurgle and nod, one hand went to the back of my head, the other lifted up her dress to her navel and she pressed my face tight to her pubic hair. I had a second to notice she was a rightful redheaded woodpecker, her pubic bone were blond with a intimation of rust, I also noticed she kept them tight trimmed and short, this was before shaving had become the fashion. Then I breathed in through my nose and got her scent direct from the mother lode.

I got zapped a couple of times with smelling salts after fainting in assembly at school, the result was pretty similar, I tried to pull back but the hand on my headspring just pressed me knockout, my hands wound around her legs to stabilise myself, there did not seem to be any oxygen in what I was breathing and darkness began to cower from the sharpness of my pot toward the middle, carol parted her legs slightly and pushed my head teacher down lower until my nose literally parted her vagina and pressed on in, breathing the nous blasting fragrance and speeding up the blackness until I was totally blind.

I knew I was about three irregular from a full moon on swoon, but powerless to do anything about it, I hoped I would not gross out out Carol.

But with dainty timing she eased my psyche back and I got a potation of sweet air, although with the underlying scent from the step-in and the proximity of the rootage, I was still completely blacked out when carol lifted me by the elbows and planted me I started to slew back down. I heard her giggle and then picked up effortlessly with her deal in my armpits and carefully deposited lying on my dorsum, entire distance on the couch.

Blind to what was going on I felt my ankle positioned to lift my genu, then a teasing hand ran up the duration of my leg, tickling and making me wriggle, the manus rested on the front man of my panties, sadly I had not dressed with the intention of them being inspected and they were plain white Sloggies. Her deal pressed, flattening my pubes, then a strong finger pressed the fabric hard against my pussy and rubbed up and down, my succus gushed down and the framework was soon well dampened. I felt my step-in being pulled down and lifted up my bum to let them slide from under me, they were taken to my stifle, my ankles moved again to lay my ramification savorless and the panties tugged away, along with my shoes, leaving me nude below my skirt.

My survey returned as the lineage flowed back into my drumhead, Christmas carol had my scanty and was balling them up,"Sauce for the zany,"she winked and eased them into her mouth.

Her eyes turned up for a moment and she breathed out hard through her nose, knelt down on the story, took my legs and twisted me toward her, set my legs over her shoulder, bent her forefront to my President Bush and inhaled long and deep.

I giggled, I could not assist it, so this was kinky sex ? Lucky the panty gag turned my giggle into a sort of gurgle. As she had made me do carol pressed her nose into me, the bridge of her nose fray my engorged clitoris and the gurgle became a mystifying throated groan of delight, I got a doubled handful of hair and tried to yank her deeper, anatomically impossible but it did increase the pressure sensation on my button into it felt so beneficial it was near pain. I felt her breathing time in respective times, sucking in my pheromones, when she came up for air there was such a idle flavor in her heart I was struck with reverence. She roughly yanked my scanty of her mouth, they were wet through, tossing them aside she slapped her hands onto my thighs and went back down.

My back arched and I screamed, or would take done if not gagged. Her fierce mouthpiece clamped over my pussy and she bit cruelly at my superintendent sensitised clit, actually nipping it with her teeth, then sucking it hard between her lips and biting again.

There was no way I could take this, but all my military strength pushing at her drumhead and pulling her fuzz made not a jot of difference, she made fleshly growling dissonance as she sucked and bit me, driving me insane, my bare heels kicked at her backbone and flailed helplessly up into the air as her oral fissure sent waves of confusion into my thigh muscles.

I gasped in relief when her tormenting sass finally stopped, but my relief was shortly lived, she combed the fingerbreadth of one script through my wiry George Bush, then bunched into a fits and yanked so hard I screamed again and tears tore from my eyes, she was watching me avidly, judgement, she eased up and I sobbed with relief, then pulled and twisted at the same time, racking me pain that was somehow also incredibly exciting. I found myself wondering if she had done this to frail Susan and if so how the perdition had she survived ?

Carol changed her grip to my articulatio talocruralis and hoisted them high and wide, she then spat repeatedly and deliberately into my exposed pussy, she then returned my ramification to her shoulders and worked a ovolo into me, stirring her spit with my own helplessly flowing juices, she then thrust two fingerbreadth deep into me, causing an burst of sensation, the fingers hooked inside me and were pulled back out drenched in creamy flued which she thrust into her oral cavity and noisily licked and sucked clean before repeating the motility, dragging the succus out of me and drinking it with noisy relish. This treatment of my pussy was driving me to imminent orgasm, my belly was fluttering and it felt like a icy urine was flowing down from it into my second joint. carol's eyes were on mine and she plunged in again the dam gave way, I felt a gushing wiz and my pussycat clamped around her finger, my nose made a whistling noise as the breathing time exploded out of me, and with precise timing, at the height of my orgasm, carol grabbed my pubes again and pulled and the delicious torment extended the intragroup explosion, she held the grip until the sexual climax faded, leaving me limp and utterly drained, only then did she resign my President Bush with a friendly pat.

Carol rocked back on her heels, admiring her handywork, I was a sweat drenched fright, unevenly flushed over my whole soundbox, legs drawn up as the womb quakes slowly settled, guttural racket were leaking past the gag. Carol smiled, but it was the form of smile a hunter probably has as the Panthera leo goes down with a uncontaminating nip to the heart.

She reached out, snagged the panty in my mouth and teased them out, the lace caught on my dentition a few times and I expect they were now not fit to wear. I worked my jaw, it hurt from being jammed spread out, Carol made a appearance of opening up her panty and examining them, smelt them and tossed them aside. I was still on the couch, knocked out, the periodic earth tremor floating through my dead body."Did I weird you out ?"She asked, she was not concerned, just curious."

"You beat my kink,"I admitted."You do that often ?"

"Not really, Tom is a sister, kinky sex for him was a blind fold, always for me."

I made no comment, if she expected me to tell her Mark's kinks she was out of luck, he was an NCO in a fighting service, it would toss off his career.

And the main source of income for our new house.

"I did not do much for you,"I admitted.

Her eyebrows rocketed."Were you under the impression that because you came that is it ? That, honey, is what we call foreplay !"

"Oh cheesy !"I accused."I saw that flick, actually with you, and you thought it was scarey…. Oh !"

Christmas carol looked sad and amused."I kept grabbing you, my stupid attempt at a pass."

I sat up with an effort, Christmas carol was kneeling still next to me."Oh wow,"I said weakly."I am thick, I had no idea !"A opinion occurred to me and typically was out of my mouth before I could censor it."I am not going to leave Mark."

Carol shook her head."Seriously, you and I playing business firm ? Never going to encounter, I know that, but I want to share some of your free clock time, if you are up for it."

"I am,"I told her."But I have a condition."

Christmas carol looked untrusting."So tell me !"

"Shave me,"I told her firmly, she had really hurt me tugging on my pubes.

"Got a straight razor in my bag,"she assured me."halt there. ”