I moan and throw my head back. He takes off my clothes, then his. And as expected, he lowers his mouth on my sex, pulling on my clit and blowing chill...ng air into my cooch. I throw my head back and allow the pleasure to wash over me.Then he did something not so routined, he locked his arms around my thighs and looked up on me. Briefly I saw a dark flash in his eyes, before I could object he was lapping away at my ass hole. I tried to wiggle from him but it was useless. Between the torturous. We could use our smart-phones to do that, but we had to be careful to kill the flash attachment so that we would not broadcast what we were doing. We knew that was something that could be done, but we really had to dig through the instruction manual to find out how to do it. Actually, it was Beth who found the instructions first, and doctored both smart-phones.Naturally, the next day, a Friday, was too rainy and generally messy for anybody to use the wet-lands during lunch period, so we had to. Meanwhile Julie Peterson was jogging, not knowing that she was being followed, Michael Mitchell was still Following Her, He was pretending to be another Jogger, He had her in his sights, He had just been paroled from prison for kidnapping and raping women, He saw her turned to another Jogging Trail, and continued following her, until he was alone with her, he started moving closer, closer, closer, closer, and closer to her, Until He grabbed her and covered her mouth up, a shocked and stunned. Phillip flew three, sometimes four, times a day. They bombed the German supply dumps behind Beaumont Hamel and took part in several photographic missions. The 'brass' seemed to want the entire enemy front photographed. Inevitably, there were casualties. 'Seamus' Flanagan failed to return from one such mission and Phillip went through the heart-breaking procedure of auctioning off his effects so the money could be sent home. The airmen bid silly prices for useless articles. Major Wigram paid.