Airfield
Flew back with 500 other blokes, after spending 2 years in the Far East. Landed about mid-day in Oxford. Cleared Customs. Fiance waiting, after driving down to meet me. Climbed onto the back seat of our hatch-back. Sat central, trousers and Y-Fronts round ankles. Briefs ditched, she kneels over my bare thighs. Skirt around waist. Blouse unbuttoned. Stout Brasiere shoved up over twin 38D's. Nipples gnawed. Giggling-Stick rammed. God knows how many times we orgasamed as the brimming car park emptied around us. Ceased Action at dusk. Drove home.
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