”We headed back to the barracks to gear up. I pulled my duffle bag off the storage rack. As I opened it, I instantly became mad.My helmet had five s...ars on it. My shirt I was to wear had five stars on the upper arm sown permanently to the Velcro rank line. On the right front were five stars over my name ‘General Jones’. Andy had made me a freaking primary target.With the helmet and shirt in hand I started towards Andy, this was his doing! No wonder I had not seen the gear until now, it was. They were even bisexual.“My brother isn’t getting raped in prison, he’s in solitary confinement,” Colleen muttered.“I guess that’s to keep him from raping other guys. More than a cop-killer, it sounds to me like he’s a fag and a rapist,” Beth teased.In Colleen’s bag, the Black Stigmata began to rumble.“He didn’t kill that cop, he’s not gay, and he’s not a rapist! But if he was, I would set him loose on you!” Colleen said with angry tears in the corners of her eyes. The three girls stiffened at. Still going. I pull you up by your hair so I can play with your tits. I turn you so we’re looking in the mirror. Filling you from behind. I start mauling your tits now. Your body starts to cum again. Working up your spine. Squeezing me inside you. Squeezing hard and staying like that as I continue to thrust. The extra tightness feels incredible around me. Your head thrown back onto my shoulder. I kiss your neck, half biting half kissing. I slide one of my legs through yours. Then the other you. ‘What is Abbie doing to him? Just how good for him is she?’Opening the door, Leslie sees Tim looking happier than she thinks he has been since before his mother died. Though below that happiness, she can see into Tim’s soul as she has been able to for so long now. She sees the confusion there too. Smiling internally for the positive, she doesn't say anything.Leslie serves breakfast and coffee, and they talk in general without touching the subject both are keen to discuss. Abbie.Knowing Tim.