Ok it may have been partly my fault as sometimes I wore some very skimpy bikinis and sometimes when I thought no-one was watching I actually went topl...ss. Bob was in his 50’s and was always making small chat and trying to engage me in conversation and he seemed sweet enough. But I sometimes wanted a bit of peace and quiet and I could tell by the size of the lump in Bob’s trousers that he had an ulterior motive.This went on for a year or two and on each occasion Bob was getting braver and bolder. Lucas, you worry too much, she said, laying her head back down on my chest. I could feel small wet spots where her tears had fallen. Were going to be fine, she said. Her english was improving a lot since she had first come, and, to be honest, I kind of missed her old, slightly broken english. She kept her rather thick accent though, which I always thought was cute. I smiled as I grasped her arm, rubbing it gently with my thumb while we laid in my bed, deep in the thoughts of our future. We. She adjusted her position and sat on his legs so that he would not thrust, she wanted to make all the movement so that the exquisite sensation would be magnified.Paul hardened at her insistence. The warmth and sucking of her mouth drew blood into his organ, building the pressure, but oh so slowly. It was almost a delicious pain between feelings of relief as she sank back down his shaft. He could never remember having a woman give him so much intense pleasure from fellatio before. It wasn't a. It was never that simple. Something ALWAYS went wrong or got fouled up.Suenee told me later that day that she knew about the orders and the plans. She assured me that things would be all right. That evening I started checking my uniforms and other things, and started packing. My uniforms seemed to be in remarkably good condition for having been packed so long in this hot, damp climate.Suenee was waiting for me when I returned to our bunker after sending the daily report that night. We made long.