The smile was more friendly than simply professional, but that was to be expected- as was often the case, George personally knew the man, whose name w...s Jim.“George! Man, it’s great to see you again!” said Jim, sticking out his hand.“Jim!” George said, shaking the man’s hand, “How you been, bud?”“Oh, life ain’t been too bad,” said Jim, “What puts you on the train this time?”“Believe it or not I graduated from High School six months early,” George said, “So I’m on my way to college- I got into. I felt charged with electricity as I buried my tongue in his arse. Licking and pushing, swirling and kissing, I gave him a rigorous pussy licking and heard muffled groans in response. I worked him so passionately I could actually feel the ring of his muscle around the tip of my tongue. I had loosened him with my sloppy french kissing so much that I was tongue-fucking him. As I gasped for breath I saw his glistening butt. I stood up and stroked my cock. It was red now, engorged and needy for boy. Most wore turbans but a few wore pakols, something resembling a flattend woollen beanie.The mortar platoon consisted of 4 mortars, and for first timers at live firing their speed of loading was not bad; accuracy on the other hand was not so good, even with the bells and whistles of the upgraded M252 mortars. Billy and I had explained trajectory, and wind direction, and gauging distances, but this was something they hadn't yet picked up on.The training teams stood down over Christmas and went. It was a valuable way to learn. Some of my own family usually watched for anything dangerous. The Bomas now knew about us and didn't come too close. They were usually sent a small pain so they remembered about the distance I wanted kept.A Bomas eyrie was found by one group and I hurried there. This was actually a large colony. The Bomas parents were getting very anxious that we were near. With shields and invisibility we entered some of the nesting caves and carried out a sampling of each.