The girl that peaked in to the glade, was beauty with curly blonde hair, eyes blue as the water, button nose and the softest fullest lips. She was dre...sed in a long green dress that almost looked like it was made out of leaves, it was just tight enough to accent her soft curves. Her head tilted slightly as she scanned the scene, the wagon was crushed to firewood, boxes and shit was every where..And.. There was someone there. Sofie was to curious for her own good for sure, she quickly ran. . say, isn't that mad captain there? The banana in the tailpipe?" No, Sir, you're thinking of the other one," Hockley advised his boss. "He's leading his battalion in manoeuvres against the North Novas at Camp Petawawa." He paused to find the right memory trigger, and then suggested, "The trout in the glove compartment?" Oh, right. Whitefeather ... and that incredible smell," Durand muttered, scowling. Looking up, he added, "You'd better get on those orders right away." Yes, Sir. By your leave,. I’m moving my lower body in frenzy fervor, the clench deep inside me building. I want to moan out his name, as he brings me closer to my orgasm. I’m no longer touching myself, it’s all this man. A man I don’t know, but want so badly. I feel myself become unsteady, with a warm and erratic feeling, as I erupt in dazzling undulations of orgasm. I come so hard it almost hurts to twist and keep fucking myself to keep the orgasm going. My whole body is throbbing as I come down from this intense. That session embarrassed a few people in the hostel. Sex following it was about like ****. Between my sore ass – that was bruised for a few days – then his hard penetration and a very hard fucking; I really got loud as hell. When he buried his cock, gave a long gasping moan and started pumping his load of seed into me – it felt great but was also a relief. He’d been horny as hell and; with the load he left, probably hadn’t come in the weeks between then and the last session. Even before he.