He paused to look around. One could almost see the burden of command settle on his shoulders when he realized what he was being asked to do. He stood ...p straighter, and his face turned grim.“Where will you be?”“I’ll be busy getting others ready for what is coming.”“Good luck,” Colonel Stewart said.Betsy took off at a run. In seconds, she was atop a building and cutting across campus. He watched her leave. Turning, he spotted a private.Snapping his fingers, he said, “Private. I need you to find. No eye candy for me. I was traveling on this class called Premium Economy, again not like I would have celebrities around me. The only comfort was that I was on the window seat, and there would only be 1 person next to me. I just hoped it won’t be some old, gassy Indian Uncle. No offence, but Indians tend to fart on flights a lot, and I hate it.But my luck was about to change. Along came this 6 foot tall, lean Englishman. He was adorable. I gave him a broad smile and he nodded back. It was an 8. We soon scuffled to a fallen tree where I bent her over, lifted that skirt and started fucking her like my life depended on it, making sure I was rubbing juices over her clit and also towards her sweet little ass hole. I started thinking of the snooker and thought now is the time to start lining up that black so slowly inserted a finger up her backside, her response meant I entered two fingers and finally decide to screw back and hammer the black home with my cock, after a small yelp and jump. I would be the first one going home so poorly was my stitching skills. Actually if I applied myself, I could probably do an adequate job, but I had been in one hell of a hurry.I had a bullet hole dead center of my left thigh. That one I had stitched up just enough to keep it from continuing to tear, so it looked ragged as hell. The internal switches had rerouted the fluids. The absence of fluid to my knee assembly caused my limp.The other tears had been caused by flying metal of one kind of.