I wonder what Ron would say if he knew?I found out that Afghanistan in early spring isn't the garden spot of the world either. Instead of blowing snow... we got blowing dust and I wasn't sure which was worse. Both have serious disadvantages. I think I'm tending toward a preference for snow though. At least it melts and goes away; dust and sand just get into small crevices and clog up the works. Twenty-five percent of our heavy equipment--bulldozers, dump trucks, rock crushers, etc.--were down on. She smelt like a girl should, sweet and delicious. We were fixing up his car. Me, Tom and another mate of ours, Vince. Tom had a big red Toyota Supra. It was his pride and joy. He worked on that car from morning to midnight while school was out, and more often than not we were there to help him. I had my own car but it was a shitty Datsun, eaten with rust. I'd drive up and yell out the window, calling him down. I was just a k** then, only 18, and yelling out the window didn't seem such a big. Throughout her orgasm she could feel no pain or cold just the warm and satisfying glow of pleasure, but as she heard Rapboy begin to grunt and pant, his thrusts slowing slightly and becoming more jerky she realised he was about to come. With a final deep thrust and a long drawn out groan he shot his load. Pressing against her with his cock buried deep inside her she could feel him twitch inside her with each spurt. For a few moments they were frozen, ZQ could hear Rapboy panting as he tried to. " OK," Heather replied and she spent the next few minutes signing her name on various bits of paper as directed by Miss Grey. Once she had finished Miss Grey collected the papers together and put them in a drawer before once again addressing Heather." That's the paperwork done which just leaves two other matters to deal with, the first being your uniform, we'll need it back of course." No problem," Heather told her. "I'll drop it in sometime next week, if that's alright?"Miss Grey was silent.