“Cum for me” she whispered. I spit on my hand and slowly started to jack. As I progressed, she placed a hand on my shoulder for support and starte... to rub her clit for me. It didn’t take long before I could feel my balls begin to roll and the familiar feeling of orgasm begin to take over. Jane could tell and as she moved close and pushed her vagina out towards my penis she whispered “Shoot all over my vagima hair.” That did it. I groaned and aimed my penis directly at her patch and blasted my. "It's not that heavy!"He peered inside my purse and plucked out the Crown Royal bag. "This is what's so heavy." He glanced at me curiously. "What's in it, if you don't mind my asking."I'd forgotten all about the bag. How did I explain it? I hadn't meant to, but I guess I'd stolen whatever it was. Well, maybe borrowed without permission would be closer to my intent, not that my opinion would carry much weight if I got caught. I'd just wanted to know what was in it. I still did. Things hadn't. She grabbed the Gatorade out of my hand, pointed to where her clothes were on the floor and said “you missed some”. I took the clothes and added them to the pile by the washer. As soon as I got back upstairs, she handed me the empty Gatorade bottle and told me to throw it away.She was still lying there when I got back. “When I left this morning, I didn’t know what to do…so I went to my boyfriend’s house. I never let him cum in me before...that made him really happy, but only reminded me. It took a leap of bravery … or innocence, by the Lieutenant, to own up to such abuse to someone like me, a labourer from the ranks. Trust and honesty, sharing private thoughts, two men, with different experiences, from completely different worlds. There were lines in the sand and they had been crossed. ‘My ‘woman’ nightmare was my mother, Sir. It’s a long story.’ ***] As they wash the windows, Bird tells Art about Flanders and Loos, where he won his MM, the Military Medal. They can’t stop.