“Please!” he pleaded. “We really should get out of here! We can talk about repayment once we've escaped.” She did not reply. She only kept ...dvancing.He kept his eyes on her feet to track her progress; he dared not look up, in fear he would instantly succumb to his male weakness.“Please, stop… please…” he uttered, weakly. No response. He felt it harder and harder to keep up logic and fear, as she moved closer towards him, but he knew he must somehow force himself to stay afraid and logical.. At this moment I had the opportunity to let my wife know and go to a more private spot in the tent. Thing is… all the bl**d was in the wrong head ???? I let my wife continue sucking on my cock all while she is oblivious to her mom being able to see us if she were to look away from her book. The book my mother in law was reading was one of those softcover romance novels and I am sure she was probably a little horny from reading it. I kept an eye on her with the corner of my eye and then it. I will write more this evening. I love you. +++++ Dear Mrs. Koch, You don’t know me, I’m just another private soldier like Harry was, but for some reason I feel the need to tell you of what happened. I’ve waited a bit to do this, I expect that Harry is home with you now and that the Army has done and said whatever it is they say and do in this kind of situation. I found this letter on the ground after we picked up Harry – held on to it, I don’t know why, it makes me cry. Oh Helll! I said I was. "The blonde digested that information.I asked gently, "Is there someone close to you that we should call – that you'd like to have know about your accident and where you are?"She shook her head slightly, and then spoke, "No. No one near here. No one now." After a long pause, she added, "I'm from Oregon. I was heading home from a bad experience." What's your name?" I'm Elizabeth Catriona, and everyone calls me Liz." I introduced myself to her as 'Jim' now that she was conscious. I got a polite.