The phone rang; it was Lena checking that I'd arrived safe and sound. I'd had the presence of mind to give her the phone number here, but we had our m...bile numbers anyway.Mid afternoon saw me locking the place up and heading down the winding country lane towards the village. I'd only gone half a mile when I passed a field with several beautiful horses cantering in the sunshine. I came to a gate where a striking grey mare had her head over the top rail. I stopped and stroked the animal's huge. To have to confront it every day. It would push her deeper down, shed drown in her own shame, wallow in the degradation of becoming just a piece of fuck-meat while inside her head was all this high-grade intellect with nowhere to go. He said that would push some women into depression but that he knew enough about Suzi to guess that it would have the opposite effect – shed turn her inventiveness and creativity into finding bigger and better ways to degrade herself. It was some kind of fucked up. The day after I returned from Le Havre was just like any other day as far as the Army was concerned. I flew with Jack, Bill, and Eddie on a balloon busting mission. The only thing that kept it from being routine was that the wind was so high that the Germans never sent up the balloon. All we could do was to turn around and fly home, and, to be truthful, I was just as happy not to have to drop any bombs that day. I was still moping about from saying goodby to Connie, and I probably would have. Bri knew better than anyone else that if Trent started to eat her pussy or ass now, she was in a rough spot.As soon as Trent dove his body in-between her slightly open legs, Bri immediately closed them to get a nice wrap around the diving Trent's neck. Now Trent was in a place he had never been, a disadvantaged place as the legs clamped down on his head and stopped his from getting to the crotch. Bri rolled her body around and in the process, managed to get Trent to fall down. The blonde cougar.