And the poor bloody British soldier won’t know what’s hit him. It won’t be fought like the Crimea or Waterloo. But by men who know every inch o...f the land their fighting over, each man a marksman and expert rider. Oh the British will win, but thousands will die before hand.’ David rode back to the crater deep in thought. That night sat out on the stoop with Martin and Jill he talked about what had been said. Martin puffed on his pipe before replying ‘Six years ago I had never thought off. They discussed their plans for the day, Laura said she was going back to bed for an hour after breakfast. “I’m still tired,” she said, “not surprising when this dirty old man kept waking me up in the night to fuck me.”“I never heard you complaining,” Dan laughed, “if l remember rightly it was you that wanted it in your arsehole.”“Whatever,” Laura giggled, reaching over and patting the front of Dan’s trousers, “it was nice too.”“I have to take your mother to the passport office to get that. I assume that is the same for everyone else. I guess I could collect a few samples and check them out, but I doubt they’d show up and you don’t.”“No, I think we’re okay on that. Also, I’m not sure anyone would be overly thrilled to have to come in and pee in a cup for you unless they really have to. But a blood sample would be bad.”“Usually. However, a lot of the places that do these kind of tests run them through automated programs, with a computer looking for specific markers. While the. ”She blushed, laughed and suggested, “You want whip cream and a cherry with it?”He smirked, laughed out loud and replied, “Not really, just some sweet pussy pie. Enough talk about what we’ll do later, because you will get me turned on again. Let me finish these steaks, they’re almost done.”Mandy rolled her eyes, stuck her tongue out at him, giggled and then went back into the house to finish.She was just about done setting the table when he came up to her and asked, “Do you need help with.