They met later that night to drink a couple for Chuck and remember the old times."I can't believe he died."They each said it, so no one was sure who s...id it this time.He was only 26. 4 years. That was a long time. He was such a kid."If it's a routine training exercise, how come someone can die?' Jim asked sarcastically. "How routine can it be for god sakes?" It's the military. So you never know what the whole story is. Sure it was routine. It was their routine conquering of a third world. I was on the couch and feeling horny and he was beside me, lying between my legs his neck on the 'V' of my panties and my cool soft thighs nestling against his cheeks as my fingers stroked his face. I could feel the need for a fuck coming on as each movement he made, crushed my clitoris and my pussy began wetting and swelling, I was sure my scent would sexually make him aware and the dampness now soaking my knickers was leaking onto his swan like neck.At one point he turned his head to look at. Trent grabbed my head and kissed me deeply. I could taste my cum mixing with his spit and became even more turned on. My hands started to undo his pants as we kissed. He stood and watched as I pulled his hard cock out of his pants. It was a lot bigger than anyone I had ever slept with. At least eight inches long and, when I closed my hands around him, my fingers barely touched. He had some precum on his cock that I used as lube when I began to stroke his hard member. I looked up at him I leaned. Amy shivered this time, it looked like that would hurt, to be smackedwith the quirt. She looked at the stripes on his bum again. Yup, itwould hurt.Later Billy was tugging the lawn mower out of the garage. Robyn cameover with a tiny piece of rope. He looked, wondering. She quicklyfastened the chain at his wrist to the handle of the lawn mower."There, off you go now," She gave him a couple smacks to get him going.She walked along behind him, as he pushed the mower, swinging the strapgently.