She then bent over to get her jean shorts out the bottom drawer. I wanted to run up and slap that fine ass, but again I resisted the urge to approach ...er. It’d be too much too quickly. She finally turned to face me after sliding on a snug green T-shirt. “So I guess we’re even now?” I didn’t respond, I just smirked at her and left. The rest of the day was uneventful, but the next morning I walked in on my sister again. This time I was more casual rather than barging in. “Good. We sat and let the horses catch their breath while our gaze wandered over the area. I indicated where the 69th had been posted at the start of the battle.He in turn pointed to a small copse on our right. "It was there Sergeant Major Cotton of our regiment saved the life a fellow Hussar. We had skirmished with some cuirassiers, causing them to retire to await reinforcements. One of our men had become trapped under his wounded horse in front of the main battle line. The Sergeant Major, seeing the. His two thumbs slipped in easily, releasing the scent of sun-tan oil to combat the urine and worse in the blocked toilets. His fingers roamed forwards to stroke their sex, feigning surprise to find bollocks and not cunts: “you very naughty c***dren, getting me all worked up like that – I’ll just have to fuck your boy-cunts instead”.His thumb rotated inside Andrew’s guts, until he really wanted a cock up there, but then the bell rang for the end of break.Mr Jones handed over two jewelled butt. And David’s gigantic thighs. And David’s dig bick. But much more than any of that, I loved the person that David was. You see, I was under the impression I’d found my true calling, my love. And maybe I had… “I wish I had your abs.” “What?” I said dully, suddenly snapping from my inner daydreams.“I wish I had your abs,” Dave repeated more clearly.“Why?” I asked incredulously. “That’s stupid. I think you look amazing just the way you are.”“Oh don’t be fucking corny, even you’d like to see a six.