I stammered out something to the effect of 'hi.' She told me that she just wanted to talk to me and had been looking for me since that night. She told...me that she wasn't mad at me, and that she wanted to hang out again. She was on CQ (A form of gaurd duty designed to ensure the welfare of soldiers in thier quarters-usually a 12 or 24 hour shift,) so she had nothing but time on her hands. So as I waited for my laundry I sat there and chatted with her, just about work, and life and such at first,. My brain tries to focus on one of the many thoughts racing through my head but they slip away as easily as fine grains of sand through a child’s fingers. Through the misty haze of receding sleep I can feel that my cock is hard.For a moment I can’t remember where I am. Slowly, as if surfacing from the depths of the ocean, I become aware of my surroundings. Looking around I see a drab, unfamiliar room, with strange furniture and a particularly unappealing painting of what appears to be a bowl of. Andi had me ready and I braced myself for insertion and it was an amazing feeling as she pushed her little cock deep into my arse pushing me further into Alice’s wet pussy, MmmAndi started to thrust as she watched me servicing Alice and she quickly got into a steady rhythm pounding away at my young arsehole, what a feeling it was as tingles shot through my body, Alice was in a frenzy as my tongue flicked, licked and sucked on her lady button and it wasn’t long before she had her legs wrapped. Any direction, he reasoned, was better than standing stock still in his own piss.Tremblers continued all day long. Every time Patrick settled himself down enough to begin to figure out where the hell he was at, another wave beneath his feet would bring panic back up into his throat and he was either crouched on all fours, or off on another blind rush. By mid-afternoon he'd gotten himself so turned around he was crossing his own tracks. He was hopelessly lost."God damn stupid. That's what." Then.