Neither made much in the way of small talk, they were, instead, deep inside their heads. Stan emerged from his reverie, thought of something, and aske...… ‘Anne?’ ‘Yes, Stan?’ ‘Where are we going tonight? We haven’t discussed it.’ They looked at each other, and Anne giggled. ‘Oh, let’s go down to the Mitre and get sloshed. It’s a Friday, we can get a cab there, have a little fun. There’s bound to be other people we know there as well. How about it?’ ‘Sounds like a plan to me!’ – – – – – – – – – –. He quickly mounts me and begins pumping deep. I beg him to fuck me hard. I can feel small beads of sweat dropping on my back as he pumps his hardness into me. Perfect.. I feel myself surrendering in a final orgasm. He isn't finished yet, he says “now it's my turn.” He groans with a shudders, filling my pussy with a hot, thick load of his cum. We rest for a while, his remaining cum draining into my pussy. He stays inside me, just lightly lying on my back until finally I feel his cock. She waited there with her family and Tommy's as the C-17 cargo plane pulled up. After waiting an agonizingly long time, the rear loading ramp began to come down.Waiting behind the chain link fence surrounding the flight line, Becky strained to see her Tommy get off the plane. But they were too far away yet to make out anyone in particular. The travel-weary troops walk the final few yards towards the waiting crowd. Slowly individual soldiers could be made out. The guards holding the crowd back. “Where are you taking us, Lizzie?” moans Jess. “We must be halfway to Hove by now.”“Hove is in the other direction, honey,” says Lizzie. “Perhaps you should have gone to that Geography seminar after all.”So Jess chases Lizzie down the promenade, trying to trip her up. We’re all giggling, being a bit silly. It’s fun. Before long, we’ve left the main seafront promenade behind.“It’s not so busy here,” I say.“Just there is where I usually go,” says Lizzie, pointing, “just past those pebble.