The time came for bed, we all retired at the same time, the spare room is at the back of the house and despite our bedroom having an en suite, I made ...ure that I popped to the family bathroom when I heard movement so I could see what * would be wearing to bed, I timed it just right as she went into the bathroom, she noticed me too and made sure she left the door open so he could see her bending over the sink to brush her teeth, her short nightie lifting up so I could see her bare ass and. ’ As he put pen to paper he felt funny. The buzzing sensation returned, and he felt it through his whole body. The last thing he remembered before falling into a weird trance state was that the clock on his bedstand read 4:51pm. When he came to, the clock read 6:13pm. Alan’s head hurt. As he reached up to massage his temples he saw that the pen he had been using roll off the notebook and fall to the floor. Leaving one hand on his head, he lifted the notebook and glanced at it in amazement.. Then Rory's pantyhose thigh pressed between Paris' legs and began to slide up and down, rasping against the wet blonde pussy. At the same time a planted foot and a bended knee saw a smooth bare thigh touch the taller girl's tangled brown bush. Both girls braced against the car door and began to rock hard against each other.'Uh, UH!" grunted Rory as she drove her thigh against her friend. The girls shifted slightly, allowing Rory to be fully on top of the young woman who had become her friend,. It’s how I remember you. You’d just had your hair cut. It looked so sexy. That day you told me you were going back to Afghanistan. You were in your uniform. The green camouflage uniform you wore at home. So different from the desert colours you’d be wearing in Helmand where you would be trying to win hearts and minds. That was it, wasn’t it? Hearts and Minds. Talking to the women, going where the male soldiers couldn’t. You wanted to make a difference. A woman in a man’s world, but still.