"You'll not tell the captain I had to go in the bushes?" the sergeant said with a laugh. "At my age you wake up in the middle of the night to piss and...you can't wait to get to the latrine trench." He was speaking in a normal voice and Noia smiled."I saw someone with a rifle on the other side of the camp," she told him, her voice a whisper."In about a heartbeat, you'll want to get down. I'd try to avoid the piss puddle!"Without hesitation he lifted his pistol and fired at something in the. His ass is all wet, hot, and sweaty from the thick blanket and the heating was turned on high. Mmmmm I could smell his sweaty asshole, it smells so good. I started to finger his asshole a little bit and he woke up, he wanted to sleep but I wanted to fuck. I buried my nose inside of it and I licked it, it smells so nice and tastes sweeter than sugar. I moved him over a bit and got on the bed, I put my old wrinkled cock in between his warm sweaty young ass cheeks. It feels so warm, I want to go. He was waiting for her at the door, every inch the gentleman. He’d promised her then that she would never have to do anything she didn’t want to do. She has already learned that there is a great difference between telling the truth and keeping a promise. She steps into the music room. Half the room is lit brightly by narrowly-focused lights, the other half is filled with shadows. He sits as he always does, on the very edge of the shadowed space, just far enough back that she cannot see his. I found the chief sitting at one of the smaller picnic tables. He had already made friends with a couple of the cops, who were in for an early lunch. They were talking about something from a TV show. I sat down at their table with my coffee."Okay, which of the world's problems are you solving today?" I asked."Today it's cheap energy on the agenda." the chief said."Speaking of which," one of the cops asked. "What kind of gas mileage does that bike get?" The forums all say these bikes get 100mpg,.