She sneaked a look at the warm skin behind her and her heart lurched. Stan had been holding her and he was as naked as she was. Suddenly wide-awake, s...e blushed pinkly and felt ashamed. What had she done? Her thighs were sticky and her pubic hair matted. Fucked! She'd had sex, but with whom? Obviously Stan. How could she have? Jan and Bob would kill her. Bob and Jan? Where were they? Two feet away, on the other side of Stan, two lumps moved under another blanket. That son of a bitch and that. They weren't from our platoon.That evening the squad went out on night patrol, but didn't make contact. We got two and a half hours rest and went on a company day patrol. The road and paths were mined and booby-trapped. We didn't take fire though. We got most of our sleep as we guarded the perimeter concertina.On my third night patrol, my squad was ambushed. We were fired on for less than a minute, and then it was over. One man was wounded and went to the battalion aid station.The next day, I. It was as ironic as it was exciting, at least to me. So get to the good stuff, right? When did the worm turn? I would have to say that things started on a vacation to London. We had done some internet research and knew that there were plenty of opportunities to explore our BDSM relationship and packed accordingly. It was a great trip and we wore each other out, but only one of us would be coming home with the caning marks to prove it. But the moment that I will never forget was, at the time,. He came, showering down upon Adele’s heaving chest, like ivory rain falling on her curvy hillocks, a long exhalation joined this from deep within him. She closed her eyes and just savored the feeling of her lover’s warm cream descend on her sensitive breasts. Her hand continued aptly to encourage all the man’s unguent from him. Releasing his cock once the quivering of expense subsided, the woman massaged the copious lotion into her breasts, and pinching her yearning nipples to give herself.