She imagined her innocent progress to that ultimate supine position with her knees spread open and the great bulk of the Doctor humping away to fulfil... his spousal duties. She did her best to gather what romantic notions available around her like a cloak of invisibility to the inevitable grunting and groaning of coital bliss transporting her to the realm of schoolgirl fantasy about her handsome knight in shining armor with a cock the size of London Bridge falling down and swiftly snaking up. My mom took her last drag and exhaled up in the air while she walked by me. Ashley smiled as she walked by and gave me a little wink.As the summer wore on things between Ashley and me calmed down a little. She was hanging out with her friends a lot, which was understandable because they all go to different colleges. Every now and then though we'd tease each other, whether giving quick flashes of skin by the pool or leaving the bathroom after a shower. But nothing like what happened a few weeks. I just lay on my back and enjoyed the feel of it poking up and rubbing at her thin quilt. My lieutenant had given me a pass for a week's leave after I told him what had happened to Susan and me and after one of those doctors over in camp looked at my bruises. He thought the stocking on my injured member was funny until he pulled it off and looked at my damaged rod. He gave me some stuff that smelled even worse that the ointment Mrs. Snyder had made.On the 27th, I had barely been able to stand. "I'm not sure we can use that just yet," he said slowly. "Maybe when we know more about what the Sa'arm are doing right now." I nodded my agreement."I think I'll try and get hold of some battlefield reports. Debriefing reports from troops on the ground. Just to have a run through, get a feel for what the guys on the front line think," I said. "My dad used to be a lieutenant in the Royal Artillery, maybe he can help me weed out the wheat from the chaff. Give me an idea what might be useful and.