His good friend Steve was here.Empting their glasses the two realised that they wanted another and bothreached for the bottle Paul's hand came to rest...on Steve's. His handlingered there for a moment until he realised what he was really doing andpulled his had back suddenly."Sorry, I errr. Umm." No worries there Miss. Champ, let me get that for you." Steve chuckled ashe poured his friend a drink. "I think you are kinda cute you know that?"He chuckled as he motioned for another toast. Why did I. I was ecstatic!I returned to Willow Run that same day; I could hardly wait to show off my new gun to my friends! That evening, I was the talk of the place as I showed off my modified Walker to anyone who would stand still long enough. There was a lot of oohing and ahing, but I noticed that everybody thought I was a little crazy for spending that kind of money to rework a perfectly satisfactory gun. Oh, well, ignorance abounds!I spent the rest of the week haunting the saloons in Willow Run. She had not been touched there before, and now she was receiving kisses on her most private of places. Her senses went crazy. Instinctively she tried to close her legs, but his strong arms pried them open, and he continued to nuzzle his face into her soft, panty-covered charms. ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh she let out her first, sexually pleasured female sound. It was quickly followed by more: ooh……..ahhh………oh John, oh…………. He loves it down there……….oh………….hes………….oh hes kissing me. The British had occupied the Island and in their usual domineering arrogant manner claimed a perfectly harmless and neutral trading post as their own territory. Elizabeth and I exchanged weary familiar glances as we silently considered the seemingly endless capacity for greed and arrogance that our countrymen consistently portrayed. There was even the typically ugly shape of a British Man of War anchored in the Harbour. Cautiously we tested the waters by sending a single dhow into.