"Like this?" Seargant Dyke pressed two fingers up Worry Girl's stunningly wet hole. "Oh! Yes! YES! EXACTLY like this!" Worry Girl exclaimed, wriggling...her ass against Dyke's hand.Back on the street, the remaining six saw Hayfever Lad come running out of the building with no pants on.Captain Canada caught him. "Hold on, Lad. What happened?" They slaughtered us! The Smelly Pit has boobs! Kid Testosterone no longer has any balls! Princess Gymnast is laying eggs! So am-- rrrrght!" -- an egg fired. He kept on stroking his dick swiftly in and out of the throat. He really liked doing it. He kept on gagging me multiple times, and I spit out oodles of saliva. His dick was dripping with my saliva and his pre-cum.After a few minutes of fucking my mouth vigorously, he made me lie on my back while my head was dangling out of bed. I just knew what he was about to do. I was lying upside down on the bed. He climbed down and held my neck, opened my mouth.He inserted his dick to directly enter my. “Just as it did last night.”“You don’t have to do that,” I protested.“I’ll just pretend you’re a girl!” she laughed softly.“Goofball!” I chuckled.January 16, 1983, McKinley, Ohio“Why?” I asked early on Sunday morning.“I realized it was comforting,” Clarissa said. “Something just felt right. It’s weird because it’s not sexual. I realized that yesterday morning when we woke up in the same position as we had on Friday morning. It felt loving and caring, not stimulating. And I know you weren’t. I had expected, hoped, to have relinquished command by Christmas at the latest, able then to go, cap in hand, to Colonel Slade or John Stafford, and ask for a position in either of their departments, and thus be at the centre of any search for Eloise de la Zouche. However it would seem I would have to wait longer before starting my search for the one remaining member of the murderous crew responsible for the death of my family, and until all the perpetrators of that foul deed were dead I would.