He had half expected something of the sort. A brightly-coloured cotton housedress lay on the bed. For underclothes there wasonly a single plain pair o... briefs.?No, panties,? he amended to himself, ?They have no fly. At least theydon?t have any lace trim.? As he pulled them on, their silky textureroused him somewhat, but he was able to tuck his privates down so theywere not overly conspicuous. The panties fitted him well.The dress was a loose fitting style which went over his head easily. Hopefully, the girl would be too tired to worry, and he would stay up and keep watch - for other men passing by as well as wild animals attracted to the two bodies under the blankets at the far side of the clearing.Getting the fire going again, he retrieved his coffee pot from his packs. He didn't want to disturb the girl but he still had water in his canteen, so he emptied that into the pot and put it on to boil. Then he sat and took out his revolver. He hadn't cleaned it since he'd shot those. . well. Helping us unwind at the end of a long day, which I sincerely hope you’re doing to my Sister each night”. I was a little shocked by this comment, as Sally didn’t normally speak of anything like this. “Umm, of course ... I do” I said, my face turning red. “Oh, I know you do” replied Sally, an even bigger grin on her face than earlier. “She’s told me all about what you like to do, you little perv”, she said, laughing. This was most unexpected, and my face turned even redder. “So, how was. In fact she was the first virgin I’d ever had. Alice Grayson the NAAFI girl who had lost count of the men who had screwed her behind the canteen. Then there was my cousin’s wife Elsie Tucker, who I had on my first leave, he had died – run over in the black out. Carol Knight the barmaid in the Feathers, she was always available to aircrew. So were a couple of others who had best remain nameless as they later married mates of mine. Back to the park, I pushed and boy was she tight. I shoved again.