"I know. I was readin' some of the other stories... the ones that scored the highest, tryin' to see what they had that our story didn't have." Oh? I t...ought that ours was short and to the point," Mikey said, still a bit miffed at the response the two boys had gotten from their story."Yeah. This one's longer. Much longer." Oh? How long is it?" Mikey asked."It's a half inch longer than yours," Davy said, turning to his friend and laughing.Mikey had heard that joke many times. "You dork. I was. Some fruits became available. Unfortunately this also helped to bring in the black marketeers, who often made huge profits. Until the Maquis, and very occasionally even the Patrol itself, stepped in and ‘persuaded’ them to drop their prices. Many rural communities were now very definitely no-go areas for the Patrol.There was also turmoil at the top of the Patrol. After the attack on Catterick Garrison, Gareth Boase had arrested four of the garrison’s senior surviving patrol officers. The senior. Our sunset view was spectacular.We sat on the porch, sharing an inexpensive bottle of German wine, and watched the sun sink into the distant water.We were tired from the trip and we went into the bedroom. We were going to have sex, but after cuddling, we both fell asleep.I woke up first and watched Elke sleeping. The sheet had pulled down during the night and I could see her naked chest and breasts move as she slept. Her face was so peaceful and beautiful; I was in no hurry for her to wake up—I. I felt his finger press against my hole. His finger felt rough against my puckered hole. But it felt good too.“Spread them legs. Let me have a look at this pussy.”And by look he meant lick because pretty soon I felt his tongue - sticky and warm, gliding all the way from the bottom of my crack up to the tip of my taint. “No...” I whimpered but didn’t mean it. My hole puckered around his squirming tongue and it sent shivers up my spine. I shook when his tongue pushed perfectly against my ring..