After that they were released but then straight away they were back into their spare uniforms and back out on mounted patrol for at least two hours, t...ey were not allowed to alleviate any ill effects from the rail so many girls had to ride with splintered and red raw cunts constantly rubbing on the saddle, if they tried to stand in their stirrups they would be ordered back down, we call it polishing the saddle, when a Troopers catsuit clad cunt is in constant contact with the leather.So to my. When he reached his limit we parted, him to flex his hand under the table, and me to do the same thing, so he would not think me either a wimp or superior to him.He deduced that I was his equal in this matter. I could also see that he had been in Nam the same as me, but he was in the Marines, the same as now. He had to put-up with REMF's and assholes in his unit, and had proven himself in the field. He was a good soldier in my opinion. His brother John had died in the last days of the war and. We’re people too, you know!’ She said, taking a sip. ‘I always wondered.. what’s it like being in a locker room full of guys?’ ‘Sucks at times, because I want to talk about certain things, but I can’t. I wish one of them was gay.’ I laughed. ‘What exactly do you want to talk about?’ ‘Girl things, you know. But that’s just the way it is, right?’ She rose her bottle, asking for cheers. I nodded and tapped my bottle with hers. ‘Yeah, just the way it is.’ It was silent for a few moments. ‘I see. He doubted, however, that he was ever going to find anything more exciting than his beautiful lesbians, whom he visited once or twice a week, not wanting to go more often for fear of spoiling it and making it boring.Usually, if he were patient and waited long enough, they gave him a performance of some kind, but there were some nights when all they did was strip and get into bed. Even those nights were interesting enough since they both had beautiful bodies, but it was so much more thrilling.