I took the soap and rubbed it all over Sue Ann's body, paying particular attention to her tits, her pussy and her ass. As my hands rubbed her pussy an... tits, I felt her cunt start to get slick. She began to moan and leaned back against my body, and her knees started to tremble. "Logan, you're turning me on again, you better stop soon or I might fall down." I curled one of my fingers up into her cunt and started sliding it in and out, and curling it up inside to hit her G-spot. Suddenly she. By myself?• • • “So what’s with the box? Buy somethin’ big at the con?” Kelly asked, sliding into the easy chair situated beside the bed and settling the packing box into her lap. She tilted the box up on its end so that she could read the invoice taped onto the top. “Calamity Queen set by Noblesse Oblique? What is this?”Ah... that thing. It was the gothic lolita outfit he’d bought for Chloe months ago and secreted away from her, that last tangible missed opportunity to reconcile their failing. He unhooked my bra from behind. He then slowly massaged my back with some ointment. He told me to endure some pain. The ointment had a burning sensation on me. My skirt had risen and now it was above my knees. I lay still as he ran his hands on my back. The burning feeling turned into a good sensation as the ointment took effect. What was weird was that his hands were even in places where there was no bruise. The straps of my bra’s were now far apart. I am sure he could clearly see the side. He forced those thoughts away and tried without much success to concentrate on trying to come up with a plan for his future beyond the next few weeks. He just didn’t know what he was going to do.As he drove north up the valley to the east of the coastal mountains the last verse of the Rudyard Kipling poem, ‘The Young British Soldier’ flashed through his mind. He was sure he’d remember it for the rest of his life. It had been displayed over the door of the mud-brick building his team had called.