"Did you cum?" She asked. For a few seconds I was stunned and didn't know what to say. I opened my mouth but no sound would come out. I guess she too... my inability to answer as reluctance, because she repeated the question. "Did you cum John? Did you get off thinking about me?" Still, I didn't know what to say. Mutely I shook my head. "You should finish John," she told me. "You looked like you were so into what you were doing, that it's a shame to leave it undone." Again I was stuck not. "I know. We're lucky to have any time together." Raising her head, she looked into his eyes. "I'll take what I can get." She shuffled closer, pressing her body against him. "Just hold me for a while." That I can do."Settling, she stroked his chest and breathed in the spicy aroma emanating from his skin. She smiled as she detected faint traces of his favourite shower gel. That brought back memories. Another shower together would be good, she mused. Then again... she rubbed her cheek against his. Susan Armstrong and I would invite Ruth to take part.Ruth was as keen as I was. Imagine it, young men, in the trenches, freezing cold soaking wet and standing in wet slimy stinking mud ankle-deep. What would lift their spirits more than a letter from a lady called Susan being passed around from man to man?At first, our letters were just a little naughty but before long they became much more sexual almost to the point of depravity? We were almost certainly responsible for some very stiff cocks. To his mind the most crucial part of it had been his refusal to take anyextra money from her ladyship. He didn't want to be reminded of his pastlife or connected to it in any way. He had decided to just live a normallife as a hard working man, a tiny but important cog in the workings ofGriply Hall. He knew his place and he knew he would never broach thesubject of exchanging with Lady Ann again. In time, he might even forgetthat he had ever been a lady. He already had such an abundance of.