. busy. But, recently, I've experienced a renewedinterest in writing, and this little drabble of a story is the firstto see the light of day. I hope...you all enjoy it.I dedicate this story to all the Usual Suspects -- Wendy-J, P.J.Wright, Janice Dreamer, Carrie Gore, among others -- all authorswhose work always astounds me and causes me to aspire to be bettermyself.This story may ONLY be posted at FictionMania unless the individualwishing to post it elsewhere contacts me (at chilli_tng at. . and their toadies. One can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink, nor can you make a general listen to a major even if the major knows the enemy's secret code.The next thing that happened was to send the poor ensign and lieutenant bastards off to a combat outfit and pray they got killed. Photographs are great but it takes live witnesses to make it stick. The army Captain was on his way to McArthur and Australia but while he was at Schofield he happened to remember the rich but. Kacey smiled again, looking at the lithe figure of the older woman, her blouse open, panties around her stocking-clad ankles. Mira's fingers were still firmly embedded in her pussy, the juices running down her hands and thighs, her stocking tops soaked.Rod's breathing was coming heavier, his movements a little erratic. Kacey pushed him back, his erection springing out of her wet cunt, flicking juices everywhere. "Wha?" he gasped. "We have a guest." smiled Kacey, pointing. Rod turned around,. She reached down, cupping Marissa's perky tits first before going to work at her clothes.I looked past both girls to see Kaia leaning against a wall, wearing only a silk bathrobe but with her hand shoved inside the material so she could caress her own body while enjoying the voyeuristic view.Marissa had to step off of me to remove her jeans and had just gotten fully naked when Leanne rounded the corner and came upon our little group. She gasped, and then went straight to Kaia to ask what was.