My mind's been clear for a while. The physical injuries were just breaks, so they're..." Apart from your finger being cut off!" Yeah, but that's no bi... deal either. That and the breaks will heal quickly. What annoys me is that Goon - that's what I called him because I didn't know their names - Goon cut off my hole finger, 'h', 'o', 'l', 'e' - without the 'w'."I smiled at her while I waited until she put it together.It took her a couple of seconds, then she giggled, adding, "I knew they'd cut. She was getting mad, and she just kept on catching my dick from my jeans and rubbing it hard. Then i bent down to open her jeans button, and move her zip slowly down, and at the same time moving my tongue along with her zip. She was holding my head and was pulling my hair, and i was enjoying it. Finally the zip was down and there was she was in a skimpy white panty with more to show than to hide. I lick her pubic area over the panty, her inner thighs, and little hairlets coning out from panty. With those reports, and the counts of the replacement regiments, he had every replacement scheduled by dawn. He got them to their new regiments, which for a thousand of them meant crossing the bridge, before noon. Again, wave after wave hit the north-facing trenches. Again, nothing hit the south-facing trenches.In the late morning, infantry began to arrive. The brigadier was junior to Warren, and had strict orders to report to him. Sam explained that the hardest-hit area was being too hard hit. Bill must have thought that he was really doing me good and he kept driving his hard cock hard into my deep, wide pussy. Brett came rushing into the room when he heard the scream and stood their staring as he saw me once again fucking Bill. He had just arrived at work and had no idea that I was there. He and I had been fucking on a regular basis again and the look on his face was kind of sad. Bill looked up to see Brett and did something that he would have never done in the past...he asked.