More alone than I’d felt in many years. And for good reason as this was the first time in more than twenty-four years that I was without Claire. Sur..., we’d been physically separated by work and other things during those twenty-four years.But this was different. We were apart now, and I was alone, as she was in another man’s bed. A man I’d allowed her and maybe even encouraged her to meet. A man who was a caricature for masculinity and virility, and who had bedded Claire that night and given her. She must have noticed because I could hear here giggle under her breath and she positioned herself in such a way that I lost my view of those beauties. I continued on with the session but all I could think about were those perfect tits. The rest of the session passed uneventfully and I didn’t get another glimpse of her chest. This was the best session I had since I was hired. Then I remembered that I have another session with her tomorrow. I was looking forward to her next session hoping I. We lost 3 men and had 12 wounded. When the last Soldier fell, Caraboa (Asian Water Buffaloes ) pulled wagons and 2 wheeled carts entered the beach head. Swiftly the trucks were unloaded and the loaded carts began to leave. We set charges in the trucks and the loading docks. When the last cart left the beach the Capt. Lit the fuses and we got out of there by a hundred different paths finally meeting back up at the camp. This was October 10 1943. Johan and Donald approached me one morning in. At this point I remembered that they were split-crotch panties and as I watched the black lacing began to part, eventually exposing wet pussy lips and, as she raised her legs even further, her little puckered anus!I couldn't watch any longer. Kate was looking directly into my eyes, a look of wanton lust on her face, her legs splayed, all her secret places on show, wet and ready. “I'm on the pill...” she breathed. I unzipped my jeans and my erection sprang out. Seconds later I was impaled right.