.. more than once.Air combat ... if you lived through it, it was a great teacher. The veterans learned lessons never forgot.Surprise, surprise, surpri...e Sgt. Carter ... although, in this case it was Sgt. Murphy ... Sharpe Field was extremely close to restored. Crews of laborers had swept through the barracks site with chainsaws, pruners, rakes and trash bags. The place was taking on the groomed look of a southern prewar military base ... except ... there seemed to be a lot of deep dark tans.. She knelt down in front of me, waiting. I sat back against the back of the shower, spreading my legs wide to allow her to clean me. I watched as her head decended into my crotch, feeling her tongue lick the mingled sperm and girl-come from my cock. She took long slow swipes along the sides and underneath, starting a slow burn in my groin. I was staring over her bobbing head at her rounded ass cheeks, just thinking about what came next and how I was going to stab between her soft round globes. For me that meant a lot of rubbing, chanting Her name, and being mesmerised as I sat and watched Her in the canteen. It was end of term, and everyone was going to a party at some bloke’s house, it was mid-day. As always I tagged along though I wasn’t friends with anyone in particular, but all the k**s tended to hang out in a bunch. I’m not sure why I went really, apart from just to ogle girls some more, but that was nearly always frustrating as I couldn’t do anything about it (you can’t rub. I felt his hand slide down my crotch. James chuckled and released his bite on my lip. Were fucking wet, arent we? He said, moving his hand around my crotch. I let a moan, with every hand movement he made, it made me wetter. James sat down on his knees, and placed my leg on his shoulder, letting it rest there. James pulled my pants off and threw them. He slowly licked my soaked panties, and looked up at me, seeing my reaction. I gasped, tilting my head back, and running my nails on the wall.