She suggested that I put on alittle make up first, no way.I wasn't going to go, but Jen said that I had to start somewhere. I felta right tit.It wasn'... so bad, we had a quiet drink and people mainly ignored us. Itwas weird though when a couple of guys stared at me and when I went tothe bar, the barman talked to my tits. I was a bit self conscious of myvoice but I have a high tenor voice anyway and just used a head voiceinstead of a chest voice.Jen kept picking me up on my mannerisms, but I am a. I felt all alone, and very cold. I began to shiver as if it were winter. “Are you alright Peter? You are shivering. Are you cold or scared?”“No I am fine and not cold”Obviously not believing me he scooted up behind me and laid his arm over my side and pulled me into his body so I was spooning him.“Is that better?”He asked concern in his voice.“Yes, thank you”I scooted back even more so my little round butt was pressed firm into his crotch area. I felt his dick stir, but it seemed he was able to. Your insides grip me...never wanting to let me go...as our mouths fuse passionately once more. I feel your legs move around me...your warm thighs around me...the soft mounds of your breasts pressed into my chest as your arms pull me to you.I pull out slowly, until only the head of my cock remains inside your sopping wet pussy. I can feel your body straining for mine...your fingers grip into me, and I push quickly forward once more, burying my full length into you. You gasp. I can see the. We saw them. They are nasty.“Once you get to the wall, you still have to get over it. It’s ten feet tall. It’s concrete, probably reinforced concrete.”Major Chavan was somewhat impressed with how much the Lieutenant had observed during his time there. Of course, all he could do was describe the exterior of the place. He wished that he had a helicopter so that he could do a fly over of the complex, but they were off at the border or chasing rebels.It sounded like the place was prepared for a.