Corporal ‘Prof’ Workington was the patrol’s navigator. A former Cambridge graduate who had refused a commission, stating he was no leader of men... But now he led the patrol in the harsh desert of Libya, where, if he got it wrong, could result in their death. Prof had spent five years out in Egypt before the war, studding Egyptology. He had spent time roaming around the deserts hoping to find another Valley of the Kings. In doing so he had become adept in navigation using the sun and stars to. Santa kissed her forehead with a scratchy beard kiss and said, “Merry Christmas Demi.”Demi woke up the next morning in her bed wearing a new red pajama set. She stumbled into her living room to find things just as they were, her three-foot tree, dark fireplace, and the remains of her red baby doll and panties on the floor from where Santa had torn them off her body.The memory of the wild sexual encounter danced in her head and under her tree was a single present that said, “To Demi, From. Damn Danny you are one nice surprise. Now fucking kiss me. Get up here I want to taste all my juices that are all over you!” I immediately got up and she opened her mouth and our tongues went at it. She was tasting her asshole and pussy and I got to taste my asshole that was left on her tongue. It was so fucking hot that we both didn’t care we were just going for it.As we were kissing I kept my fingers moving in and out of her asshole and when her eyes rolled up in the back of her head she. “They left princess, about 5 minutes ago.” he nodded as I looked around desperately.“But they had my fucking clothes ... how can I get home in just my panties? I said to no one in particular.“Yeah – they tried to give them to me before they left – I told them just take them with – the little slut shouldn’t be leaving them laying around.” he replied as I almost collapsed. Little did I know at the time that Mister Gamboni had instructed him in his earpiece not to take the clothes. The look of.