" She said. Now I was caught on the back foot. I swallowed nervously as she sat on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor. She spread her legs...a little and threw her head back, eyes closed. I moved my shaking hand towards her. I reached between her legs and slowly touched her pussy. I immediately felt moisture on my fingertips. Confidently I continued sliding a finger inside her. Mom moaned as it slipped easily inside her well lubricated snatch. I couldn't believe how wet she was. As I. Women have been going off to war dressed as men for centuries. I'mjust the latest in a long line." But why?" Because I wanted to fight for my country. I'm no fan of the Nazis, butbeyond that I'm not at all political. What I am is a patriot. If we weregoing to war, for whatever reason, I wanted to do my bit. And to me'doing my bit' meant more than just being support staff as part of some'women's auxilliary'. No, I wanted to see action, and only men are sentto the front. Thankfully I'm tall, have. Dammit, I thought to myself. I had set this room up to watch and had no way to do see into the other rooms. The moment of truth was before do I stay outside or risk detection by entering the house. There really was no choice at this point and I took my key and slowly entered the back door taking one small step at a time to remain quiet.Already, I could hear the sounds of sex in the small house. I got on my hands and knees and crawled down the hall towards our bedroom from where the sounds were. "I'm here," Eric replied "BJ, how did you get these?" I informed Eric he was on speaker, introduced the chiefs to him and let them each tell their story."David Smith and Horace Thompson were the tags on you this morning – BJ, did you see them?" Eric asked."Yes, I saw their car several times; I do not know where they are right at the moment," I replied"They are on the way to your office now. Under-age students - that is going to present a problem in so many ways," Eric mumbled."I might be able.