It is getting hard enough that I can now put it in my p ... p..." yet another deep sigh, "pussy. I'm lifting up a bit so I can fit it in. I'm now rubb...ng the tip up and down over my pussy lips, god it feels good, ohh ... ohhhh ... I just rubbed the head against my clit and it made me shiver. Now I'm slipping it into my p ... pussy. I'm sitting down on it, ohh it feels so big, it's filling me up, I can feel it rubbing against the sides, oohhhhhhh, my godddd, you ... you you're rubbing against my. I loaded my cell phone pictures of the contractor's abuses, then called the colonel."I thought I would send you some pictures of the contractors work so far," I said when I got him on the phone. I sent pictures of the rutted field and ruts leading to the cabins.The walls of the cabins had been wood siding half up then screen wire to the roof. The cabins had been completely closed in except for the doorway. It had also been insulated and a wood heater included in the renovation. The cabins still. It was always very important that I look good, and underneath my skirt was white panties with pink lace, he loved white on me, it showed off my tanned skin. He was taking forever to get ready as usual, so I went into the bathroom to help him get ready faster well one thing led to another and soon we were on the bed me naked straddling him, as I rode him he smacked my butt every once in awhile since he knew that was a huge turn on for me. Finally we both took a shower together and getting. "According to Clarky Kent he's now down there most nights, wrapped around one of the tarts."Kent was on guard, so I went across to the guardroom and found out from him that Jazzer had been going down to the Copper Kettle every night that he was off duty; it seemed likely that it was there that he had met his inamorata.'The Kettle' was a well-known knocking shop/bar/dance hall, not exactly out of bounds to our troops but not with a very good reputation. I asked Clarky for a description of the.