Some hours later we arrived at Southport station, from where we were embussed, by Bedford 3 ton lorries, to RAF Woodvale.Under canvas meant what it sa...d on the box. We slept in six-man tents; the ablutions were in a marquee type tent, with a daily water bowser bringing in the means of abluting. The field kitchen and cookhouse stores, manned by cooks detached from RAF Halton, were in hessian and canvas encampments, and the mess hall was another large, marquee type, tent. All very different from. Miriam is standing there facing me, legs slightly apart with her hands on her hips - naked. Not hiding a thing but her butt. Her well-toned legs join at a pair of bald pussy lips. A little higher is her heart shaped pussy fir, higher still a flat stomach. Her swimmers shoulders support her perky 36 C boobs. They are a superb mount for two very hard nipples, due the cold water. Her skin is slightly tanned without any tan lines. Her clothes have hidden a very shapely and firm body.Still. But while my sex life couldn't possibly get any better, there was something that made my heart ache. Elisa was more aloof than ever before, often going days without saying a single word to me. She would leave a room when I entered it, take the bus instead of coming with Carly, Jenny, and I when we went to school, and spend all of her time in her room. Often, I would stand by her door, begging her to talk to me. Before I would make my presence known, I would put my ear to her door and listen.. I climbed on top of him (He was always for equal opportunity). He held my waist while I enthusiastically rode him. I knew what the hell I was doing, my ass and hips working overtime, and I was contracting my walls around his cock. Soren was watching me now, transfixed. Eventually John began to spasm and until he was having his own happy ending."My God, Joy," he whispered, catching is breath. He covered me with a throw blanket from the bed.I look around the room. Marcus and Curly were still.