As she stood up I turned her around, leaned her forward so her hands were on the seat, telling her how beautiful she was while I unzipped my pants, an... thrust inside her full length. She only gave a short gasp. She was so 'wet & wide' as I call it, she was fully ready for it. I wanted to make this quick, and after a few hard strokes, held my cock in as deep as possible while I released into her. I said "that was for me, yours will come later if you're a good girl." I smoothed her dress down,. I preferred the villages, where the girls were cleaner, and the booze was native, but at least honest. Many girls came to me for money or food. After knowing me, they stayed, because they liked the way I treated them. One village had a boy that reminded me of Sammy, and did the same services for me. Until he stepped on a mine, a few months later. I cried with his parents, as the body was placed into the ground.My own men would sympathize with me, then laugh, as I got all the 'Dear John' letters. Mum selected one for me, looked round and couldn’t see the changing rooms so she told me to get my skirt off.“What, out here? There are hundreds of people all around. We’ll get thrown out again.” I said.“Not if you get a move on girl.”I repeated the same exercise and yes, the skirt did fit me. With it pulled up to my hips it came to about half way down my thighs.“Is that okay for you mother?” I asked.“That’ll do;” my mother said, “dirt cheap as well. Come on, get it off, we need to get home.”My. .." It's time, Chris. You defended yourself from bullies. Now it's time to ask a girl out. If you find out you don't like her you don't ask her out again."Carrie had school projects to deal with so I didn't see her again until Wednesday. It was through her that I heard Chris asked Jenny out. They would go out on a date Friday night.It took all my effort not to say or ask about it when I saw Chris at martial arts on Thursday.It wasn't until Carrie came over Saturday afternoon did I find out how.