I kissed him passionately. Finally, we broke our kiss. I hugged him to me and breathed in his ear, “fuck me!” He pulled back, a questioning look o... his face. “Yes. Here. Now. Fuck me.” I answered his un-asked question. Not waiting, I slid my bikini panties down my legs and opened my stocking-covered legs to revel my trimmed “red bush” invitingly. His eyes grew large as he stared at my pussy. He urgently started fumbling with his pants, so I reached up and helped him. His large, young cock. “I am only interested in justice.”“Okay. See you in ten days.”“Bye.”After that, she was bored. She’d been reading pretty much constantly for a month, unable to do much else. She wasn’t interested in doing a puzzle. Finally, Bob had an idea.“Remember how I told you I needed to teach you to handle a gun?”She made a face.“It’s important, Lacey. You know that.”“I suppose so,” she said, begrudgingly.Dick Hooker was the inside man at the moment, so Bob asked him where the Marshal Service did their. That made a change. We were usually fucked off at the high port without anything. We cleaned and returned all the kit we had signed out. The storeman said he would have cleaned it in the morning but we took a bit of pride in doing the job right.We were debriefed and handed in our patrol report. The company commander turned in and thanked us. Then he told us we could get our heads down in the Q.R.F. room. We would be heli'd out at 06.00 in the morning. In the meantime the company bar was open. Leigh looked at Beth, who nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good. It was getting a little hot. But what about the pizza?" as she opened the box to take a slice."Let's eat it when we get back. Besides, pizza is better cold," Michelle said before grabbing the radio from the kitchen counter. "Let's make some noise," she said with a bit of a smirk."Better cold. Yeah, right bitch, you told me that about spaghetti," Leigh answered pretending to gag.Not to be outdone Michelle replied, "Your gag reflex gets a.