Everyone studied their hands clasped tightly in front of them. Nobody looked up. The marine lance corporal swallowed hard, and stuttered his apologeti... request to General Hopewell: "Please, Sir ... if you ... uhh ... please, Sir. Come with me?"Hopewell scooped up his papers, shoved them into his open briefcase, and stepped towards the flustered marine."No problem, son. Do your duty."They left the situation room.Stinson glared at the remaining men and women in uniform at the table. They all. The swell of her left breast was barely visible. Her hips were encased in an impossibly short pleated skirt, and I had a clear view of her panties. There were daisies or some kind of flower printed on them. Her legs were smooth, tan, and nicely muscled. Especially the inside of her thighs.I cleared my throat and said, "Thanks."She extended the bottle and I took it from her hand. She smiled once more and put her hands between her legs, concealing her treasure from my gaze.She peeked at me. After we gathered for our morning meeting at the central fire, it was decided that a beef would have to be butchered. I offered one of the beef animals I had bought at Fort Boise. It was decided that one animal every two days would be butchered until we were able to find game safely. After we got to Oregon City the ones donating the animals would be paid for them if possible.We got off to a late start today and rapidly began to run into much of the same trail as yesterday. As we began to go. As she again straddled his hips he felt the hot dampness of her pussy against his skin before he felt her oiled hands start to stroke him. Felt her soft hands running across his shoulders and chest kneading gently as she relaxed his muscles with the scented oil. Her hands ran firmly down his sides and then back up to again sweep down, this time across his stomach.He couldn't remember the last time he had felt anything this good. In fact he doubted he had ever in his life felt anything this.