" With whom did she speak when she was here?" Megan asked."I don't know, Sergeant Tate maybe." Is Sergeant Tate in charge of the soldiers in this town..." Yes, Lord Charles. Sergeant Tate is the commander of the barracks." Chandra, stay and protect Megan," she was still peeking from behind her bedroom door watching the drama. I could see her frown of protest and turned from it.I finished dressing, leaving Megan to decide how she was going to handle the twit. The conversation was too low for me to. Want me to dress in this?''''yes, you cant do cofee you need a job then clean my shop, i have 4 cofees you could clean them up after the day, 2 hr a shop make it for 8 hrs, you woud still work just not doing cofees''i said i wasnt ging to dress in this and left angry at him i spent the whole week trying to find work and started to get low on moneyi fought the idea of going back at the shopbut in the end , i walk inside the bmw parked infront late night''hey , you thouht of it? want to get dress. To my surprise she almost tasted sweet, not bitter like I find most pussies taste including Mag's. I soon had her pulling at my hair as she pushed her pussy into my mouth and with a gush she came. She's one of these quiet ones who don't scream out but when she orgasms you know it. I drank her sweet love and we both moved up on the bed as she said "Please John give a baby, please make me cum again I need you inside of me." I slid into what I would say was the hottest pussies I have ever been in. Instead I talked to Diane, reminding her of the great times we had when we part of that group of friends and all the silly things that we did. She could manage a little smile to her lips and squeezed my hand a lot, letting me know that she was happy with the reminiscences. I mentioned the ritual of leaving the Pub, piling into our respective cars and taking off to a starting point in the country nearby. From that point we would always take a different route and alternate turns left then right,.