While I had read a book while I noticed how there was a rustling in the bushes. I thought nothing of it at first, thinking it might be a cat, and read...my book on. But again and again there was a rustling in the bushes, so I was intrigued, and then ran to the bushes. But I could not see. Put me back on my couch and me on sunned. I did not realize that watching me the whole time 2 men aged 22 years. Time passed and it was getting dark, it was already evening and I thought, it already has. We moved to the east, and then south, so as to put the river at our east and south, and settled in somewhere around 100 meters from the road. As I started to set up our hootch, Emily pulled me aside.“Where are we going to sleep?”“What do you mean?” I wondered. “I figured we’d all bundle up together. It worked the last two nights we were in the outdoors.”Emily responded, “Yeah, it certainly did. We also did not have Lucy with us. She is newly widowed, and, gotta say, had a tremendously traumatic. Debs was quite a hot woman who wanted cum all the time and Didn,t seem to care which hole I filled, Loved swallowing my semen, taking it in her hot pussy or her tight ass hole!! I suppose when I eventually had to leave to take military training it gave me a much needed rest, but when I returned for a short ten day leave before more training we tried to meet and fuck as often as possible. She then missed her period for a while and I worried she might be knocked up, but she insisted she,d make. Sir Jock, as he was called, was one of the senior British Colonial officials. He was in his sixties while his lovely 'trophy' wife was just barely thirty-five. Did they have trophy wives in the nineteen forties? The wealthy men surely did. If the Queen of England had known what was happening in Happy Valley, she would have looked upon her upper-class British subjects with disdain and embarrassment. Fortunately, either she never found out or she turned a deaf ear to the reports of extreme.