There was a knock on my door, and Surgeon Major Armityge entered at my invitation."You know that each week I visit the hospice where Captain Parslow i... being nursed?" He asked.I nodded; it was due to the generosity of Lord Brownlow that Parslow had been removed from the charnel house, which was the military hospital in Aldershot, to a clean, peaceful hospice, run by a nursing order of nuns."He is near to death. I estimate he has only a fortnight at the most. When I saw him last week he asked. Just before they entered the sanctuary, they stopped and turned to us. Mitch said, "We think this is as much your moment as it is ours. After we have lunch, we want you to come with us on a little trip to talk about something very special." We nodded and followed them inside.We took up a lot of a pew close to the front. Dora led the way followed by Mitch followed by Brit, then me, and then Mom and Dad in that order. Mitch said in a low, though penetrating voice, "I still get to sit with two of. Every time someone honked at her, a rush of excitement went through her.And then, finally, they saw the bus, which they needed to take, driving towards them."Are you really sure?" Heather asked again when she noticed how filled it was with boys.Sandra also noticed it, but she was determined to take this one. "Yes, I'm sure."The bus stopped in front of them, and the doors opened. The guy in the driver seat looked at Sandra and then smiled. It wasn't a creepy smile, but just one of. 'After another minute, I placed my hands onto Greg's shoulders and kissed him. I made sure not to speak, but the message was clear yet again. He grabbed onto my thighs lightly and nonchalantly angled himself up.Not a word dropped from his mouth, but he said everything as he began letting his wood move a little faster. He held me tight as my body moved around a bit more in the process. As much as I was sure he wanted to, he resisted the urge to look down at my shaking breasts.I let my hands go.