I heard an army of footsteps upstairs; knowing the girls were home I went up to a festive atmosphere. The word was out that Dan Blueburg was history, ...eems a lot of girls had a very low opinion of old roving hands Dan as they called him.Jen was ecstatic that she was temporally assigned to the C-town barracks as a liaison for the task force. It was a reprieve from the bridge traffic and close to everything that was going on.The group was involved in getting supper ready. I was told we were. Maybe it's time, she thought. After a moment she slowlynodded her head, regretting her boldness even in that instant. You'reinsane! she told herself.At once she began to argue the point. I'm not, really! I'm just homesickand nostalgic, and maybe I'm a little... no; no 'maybe' to it. I amreally lonely.Besides, even if I am crazy, it's him! No one else even tried to help methat day. Maybe, just maybe, if I tell him who I really am he can explainit to me: why he stepped up, and all the. " Paul kissed her and walked over to the bed. I pull himed on top of me, kissing him deeply. "Do you know how many times I have dreamed of holding you? I asked him. "Yes, I do. Now shut up and let's find out if its as good as we always thought it would be." He was kissing me again, his hands were everywhere, Then I felt him slide his cock deep inside me for the first time. I think I came almost immediately. Paul was fucking me hard and deep. His mouth was on my tits when Anne walked back in.. She was having trouble staying still and Paul was definitely into massaging her breasts which he did magnificently using two handed squeezing mixed with gentle finger passes on her nipples. Even though the top blocked my view I could see what was going on and I was enjoying it too.I caught her peeking again and I took the top off her breasts and placed it over her eyes tucking it under the sides of her head. Her breasts retained most of their perkiness since her hands were still up under her.