The knowledge of his arousal while looking at her early sent strange little thrills though her.They had just finished lunch and her mother, Alison, ha... retired for an afternoon nap. Lucinda had changed into her short pleated tartan skirt. It was rather short, and the African sun had nicely tanned her full shapely thighs.Her mother disapproved of the short skirt, but it was only a minor complaints. Her mother was no prude, quite the contrary. She had complemented the skirt with a lightweight. I cant remember doing it, but I found myself wanking his cock,how had it got out.Had I taken it out or had he? Who gave a fuck it was out and I was going to have it,or that’s what I thought. Instead it was he who was about to have me. He swung me round facing the little sink,lifted my short skirt up above my waist and didn’t even bother trying to take my knickers off.He just pulled them aside and roughly rammed his cock deep inside my young sweet and very wet cunt. He fucked like a stallion but. ‘Beautiful.’ He whispered nipping my earlobe again. Two other soldiers entered the tent and tied me to the pole of the tent with my arms above my head and my legs spread. Everyone left except Jovan who stripped into only his t-shirt and boxers. He walked behind me and stopped. He squeezed my ass roughly and whispered ‘One last chance little girl or the pain begins.’ ‘Go to hell.’ He slid his hand the full length of my arm gently before returning down pinching the pressure point on my arm. Burns gave me a smile as she opened the door to me.“Hello Jack, if you’re looking for Roderick he is still in school I’m afraid.” I cringed at Mrs. Burns calling my friend that. No wonder he preferred his shortened version. Why do moms have to call us by our full given names?“Hello Mrs. Burns. No actually I was wondering if you and your husband had a few minutes, as I have something I want to discuss with you.”“Well, my Bernie is still working in the fields, does it have to be both of us, or.