It was a long, tedious, tense August, in a small apartment with poor air conditioning. We drank a lot, and quickly became openly annoyed with one anot...er. She walked around in tank-tops, a light sheen of sweat covering her from her closely-cropped hair to her bare ankles. Her breasts were somehow both small and full. I lay in bed at night, resenting her inability to do dishes, resenting her taste in music, resenting who she might be fucking or imagining fucking. And I stroked my cock. I stroked. "Gone... out there... 'bout 20 metres away. Now fuck off!"John looked out of the trench to see piles of churned up brown earth and twisted metal. His heart jolted in his chest. "What happened?" he asked the sergeant."What do you think happened? It got plastered this morning." The crews?" How should I know? Use your fucking brain. What do you think happens when a 155mm shell lands on top of you? They sweep the pieces up!" Where would the wounded be taken?" 'Oz' asked."Aid station at Mora del. My nipples hardened and there was a definite warmth of arousal in my pussy. It wasn’t what I’d planned but, then again, what did I think would happen? Continuing to read, I tried to ignore my arousal, but the tingling in my pussy was relentless and I began massaging my breasts with my free hand. It wasn’t long before I’d slipped that hand between my open thighs. Oh my gosh, my pussy was already soaked, and just not from the bath water! I slowly rubbed my outer lips, spread them open, and. , etc. For those who have not had the experience, I guess I should point out that it takes a little time for lubrication to accumulate in a well washed pussy and on a well washed cock. But we both spent the time necessary to remedy the situation. Thank God, but, also thank the Organization, for us not needing much sleep!We were so recovered by the next morning that we were able to make a test run of the equipment. Yep, not a bit of wear showing on either side, so we were ready to hit the.