Aasim spoke first, "Sir, if we load these, our rifles will log the RF-ID of the clips. Isn't this illegal?"I considered his point. "I've read the rule.... Using another team's gear is allowed." Sir, doesn't that team have to be dead?" The first team that had those clips is dead." Oh... Yes sir. But using another team's weapons sir? Isn't that still forbidden?" A direct order privates, lock and load! I'm making a field decision that weapons are rifles and pistols but clips are supplies. I'll put. I liked the job, liked the guys, liked the paycheck, so I stayed. The cast of characters changed, but there were three of us who lacked the ambition to leave: me, my boss, and the owner. Then there was Brenda, the receptionist. The first time she saw me flick a butt on the ground, she reacted like I had napalmed a small village and made me skulk over and pick the cigarette up. She was always reprimanding me for my smoking, but she’d looked kind of bummed when I’d asked my boss for two weeks off. Then we settled in and waited for the heat. She snuggled close to me as we stared into the flames.We drank some more wine, talked into the night, and dozed off in the blankets. I awoke suddenly and it was still dark outside. I looked down to see that Heather had backed into me, snuggled up in my arms. We were quite warm from the fire and she felt really good in my arms. Too good. Her soft, warm body made my manhood uncontrollably twitch. I noticed that I had a hand dangerously close to her. I didn’t expect it go in as I hadn’t lubricated it first but I had forgotten Jane’s pee and that had soaked Mandi’s arse, dribbling down the crack between her cheeks. I could feel her hole fighting against my finger but I gently persisted until as she started to shake, her hole relaxed a moment and I was in, gently pushing deeper and deeper. By now she was coming hard so she probably didn’t realise she was now pushing back onto my finger, so I happily started to fuck it in and out all the while.