It was nearly eight o’clock when our gang trudged wearily home, on the last exhausting day of the harvest. As we turned into the village Tommy said ... could walk at the front, “Your Dad would be so proud son.”Women came out from their cottages offering glasses of ginger beer and cigarettes. There was talk of a bumper crop, the best since the old war.When Tommy and I got home, Mum waved a tiny Union-Jack; last seen on VE day. “The harvest is home,” she cried.The radio blasted out Glen Miller. It tasted very salty guessing from the pee. after a few mins he pulled his cock out and left. i thought it was over so i waited a couple mins then got up and left as well. as i walked out of the men's room and walked down the path a little i was grabbed and pulled down into the bushes and on my knees. i looked up and saw the same guy from earlier he was tall older black thug looking guy. he yelled "bitch when i say suck my cock, suck my cock" he then pulled me in closer to his crotch and it. When I arrived at Shay and Dawson's house, I quickly went to the bathroom to wipe off any pecker tracks that were s**ttered throughout my hair and on my covert black outfit. I hoped I had gotten all of it cleaned up. As the evening wore on, I was trusting that when Dawson and I kissed, he couldn't taste all the strange cum I had swallowed. Thank goodness he never mentioned it.When I went home that evening, I was already planning my next visit to The Power of Love. I really didn't want to wait a. "A week later, Sid stood on the walls of the citadel watching the enemy troops arrive. Three thousand of the troops had moved into the cleared area around the citadel. There was no way for the enemy to know that Sid had cleared away the trees from that area just to make room for them.His forces were on the field facing the enemy with their backs against the walls of the citadel. They were lined up in groups of a hundred with twenty men across the front and five men deep. Seven thousand troops.