Slowly, ever so slowly, he eased his cock deeper and deeper inside my clenching hole until our pubic bones pressed tightly together. He stayed motionl...ss inside me for the longest of time, letting my body acclimate itself to the new fullness it was experiencing. I had never experience such fullness, not even as a virgin. Still not moving inside me, he leaned forward to take my nipples in his mouth, first one then the other. Working back and forth between them, running his tongue over and. She knew damn well I didn’t want her there, but that was Amy all over, a spoilt rich girl who just had to break rules. Ralph, the team’s physical training instructor wound up the post-torture cool down-session. ‘OK, Stone?’ he said. ‘Thanks,’ Ralph, I replied, keeping Amy within the limits of my peripheral vision. ‘Good session, you evil bastard,’ I added, knowing Ralph would take the remark as a compliment. He grinned. ‘It’s ’cause you’re getting old and past it, Stone. Let’s face it, when you. . Bathurst, here I come. What ever shall I do?Oh ... the escort.A ‘suggestion’ from the queen... ‘for the safety of the personnel’ she is reported to have said. The Army claims it’s a ‘training exercise’ ... so the pilots can ‘keep their hand in.’ The Army gets the credit, the reserve pilots practice flying. All three of them are college graduates ... and women. This is probably the closest they’ll ever get to combat.I pay the fuel bill. I usually watch them on their way. Another $25 thousand. .===========================Prologue: The WarHe usually didn't notice the hum. The constant sound coming from theoverhead lighting was always there, as normal as the sound of his ownbreathing. So when the timbre of the white noise changed, it was allthe warning he needed. Without any conscious decision being made, heflicked down and tapped the save button, just as the power died. Justin time. Again.Life during wartime. Life on the losing side during wartime. A quiet,nervous laugh escaped his.