Two minutes later, Sanderson put his head through the door. “John, they’re here, and I’ve had word from the lieutenant. Sections two and three h...ve taken out the next gates over.Corporal John MacKay nodded. “Thanks.” He turned to the three Riflemen still in the gatehouse with him, all of whom were eying the two tied up Patrollers the way a hungry cat might eye up a field mouse it had just caught.They were safe, he thought to himself, and went to the door.1st platoon ‘B’ Company, recruited from. There wasn’t much chance of finding a boyfriend here. They were miles from civilisation. Out here in the sticks, it felt like she was a million miles away from the bright lights of London. No clubs or bars in which to meet boys. The only men around here were the teachers and most of them looked like they already had one foot in the grave. The only one she fancied was the boyishly good-looking Mr Lean, with his broad shoulders and smouldering eyes. He probably wasn’t much older than her. If only. When I was done she popped up and got dressed. "How was that?" she asked. "Good!" I replied. "Well I going to bed, if you ever want some more of this pussy just let me know." Carol said as she shuffled back to the house with me right behind her. The next morning she was in the kitchen and never said a word about me fucking her the night before. I wondered if she for got or was drunker than I thought and does not remember, any way it was good and not awkward. After that I got to thinking about. I wiped the pipes clean and asked her to help pull me out so she reluctantly got off me and as she bent down arm out stretched to pull me out I got another full view of her rounded tits. “Shall we make sure the shower works?” I asked and asked her to lead the way. I was right behind her as she climbed the stairs and the force of my cock against her arse had forced her panties up her crack, totally delightful view of her sweet rounded arse and by the time I got to the top of the stairs my cock.