Our unit normally would make a twenty mile trek in about four and a half hours loaded down with all our combat gear.However, with the snow and ice in ...he equation, we were lucky to make two miles in the same timeframe.What with the buffalo hides wrapped around me and the snowshoes attached to my boots, I must have looked a bit like “Frankenstein’s Monster” and the womenfolk always smiled when I passed by on my way to hunting or scouting our surroundings.My Spencer was perfectly suited to combat. " Great!" Derek said, shutting and locking the door."I thought only you were going to be here," Cissy said to Jeff."Derek lives here too," Jeff said. "I can't very well kick him out ofhis own house. Well, why don't we strip down and get this show on theroad, ladies?" Sounds good to me," Derek said, already pulling off his t-shirt. He wastaller and even more muscular than Jeff, and his tanned skin was smoothand hairless, as if he'd shaved his entire body.The two men had stripped completely. He brought my hand to his mouth and closed his lips around my fingers and sucked on them. Putting my hand back on my stomach he wiped up the remaineder of my sticky liquid. Tom told me to open my mouth. I was a little nervous, but I did as he said. It had an odd taste, but not bad. Giving my dick a gentle squeeze, Tom said I should go back to bed. As I stood to pull up my pajama bottoms my legs felt wobbly. Bending over Tom pat my butt. I giggled when he ran a finger up the crack of my butt.. Wearing only her soldier's shirt and her tight lycra shorts, she carried the tray in her hands and once again Lauren tracked the sight of the water, now accompanied by fruit. She momentarily closed her eyes in dread as she saw the lone video cassette, unlabeled, black and foreboding. "Had a good day?"Lauren lay there silently, a tremble starting in her stomach, a rich mixture of anger, hunger and to her disgust, lust. Lauren looked at her figure as she placed the tray next to the television..