I had picked up the trade language while on the coast, and I hoped these people would understand it. “We need your help to clear the square and the...streets of the dead and wounded. You will have the opportunity to find your loved ones and treat your wounded. All that we ask is—”“The hell with that!” A redheaded warrioress with striking features stood in the middle of the floor. “We wouldn’t have to do that shit if you bastards hadn’t murdered everybody! Nobody’s going to help you. "She scooted her bottom back to the center of the worktable, fluffed up the pillows, and arched her back to re-position a pillow under her buttocks. She opened her legs as I adjusted the light and leaned over between them. I smelled the fragrance of the soap that was in the rest room as I examined the hairs still around her pussy. It took only a minute or so to complete the trimming and I avoided touching her clit this time."Jamie, can you lift your legs? I want to trim the hairs on your. After burying the body of the Chasseur officer - who I now knew to be Pierre Blanchard - close to where he had fallen, I had taken compass bearings on three prominent positions, and was confident that I would be able to relocate the burial site, by calculating back bearings, and then use my skills in surveying.With the name, and location, of Pierre Blanchard's family now established I decided to travel to the château near Wallers, and apprise his mother of the fact that I had buried her son at. I'll come over and get them.When I made it to Steve's house Tom answered the door. Stepping in he put his hands on my shoulders and said he put my stuff in a bag. I asked where Steve was. He and his mother are visiting his aunt, Tom said as he moved his hand down my chest. I turned around to ask where the bag was. Tom grabbed me and pulled me to him. As he hugged me he asked if he could see my dick again. Like it had a mind of its own, it started getting hard. Reaching between us he squeezed my.