“I’ll try to find him. He might be out in the chicken coop. Hang on.”While she waited, she thought about hanging up too. Chicken coop? Why would...a grown man be spending time in a chicken coop? What would he say? What would she say? She half expected a male voice to come on the phone, gloating, saying something crude, like “Hey, baby, why did it take you so long to call me? I’ve wanted to get in your panties for ages.”“Hello,” came a deep voice.That was it ... just “Hello”. She felt a shiver of. David was in his new office writing out the points he wished to raise with the Prince, when he was informed a caravan was approaching from the city.By the time he had finished his notes and started to walk to the paddocks, he found the tailor with his wagon by the gate.Spotting Havildar Turin he ordered him to bring out the men inside the barracks and issue out the new uniforms. Telling the tailor he would wish to speak with him later.By the time he reached the paddocks he found one of them all. She climbed up next to the turret, and rapped on the commander's hatch. After a moment it popped open. A sergeant she hadn't met before looked her over. "What's going on in there?"She'd been about to ask him the same thing. "Where's the rest of your platoon?"He jerked his thumb at the bay doors behind him. "Inside, the CO sent everyone but two per vehicle to deal with a disturbance, some of the refugees getting violent."She pointed to the crowd straining against the fence. "I think you better. Marco entra nel letto e la luce si spegne.C’è un po di imbarazzo… mi sento inferiore a lui.Mi chiede: dorme?Si come un sasso!Certo che è una bella tipina da sopportare! È già, sa il fatto suo!Comunque è carina, sei fortunato ad avere lei.Carina è carina, ma sapessi che stronza è!!!!Veramente?Si, non ne hai idea.Katia si muove e noi restiamo in silenzio.In questo silenzio la mia eccitazione sale e facendo a finta di sgranchirmi un po’ allungo una mano andando a toccare il cazzo del mio amico.Lui.