Several battle pictures were published. One clutched our hearts. Prominently displayed was Buddy Kershaw's silver, chased rifle on the ground next to ... dead trooper. We searched the casualty list and couldn't find him listed. Neither was his name listed as wounded. We just knew Buddy would not be without his favorite weapon. It held sixteen rounds and the new Krag-Jorgensons, only five.There was only a seed of hope left for us. Mary Eustis gave us another seed of hope, if you will."I would know. I move to the left nipple and circling my tongue around it feeling it grow hard as well.Your cock is hard and pressed against my stomach. I like how that feels so I slide my body down assuring it lays between my breasts, I continue to slide down finally lowering my head above your penis. My hard nipples rub all over your thighs, my soft breasts making love to your body. My hair d****s over your penis like a curtain, and I move it back and forth, teasing your cock into a hardness it has never. I stood on the platform smiling at him as the train pulled away, and yes I often lie in bed masturbating about that evening and wonder if we would have cared had anyone been watching us – I don’t think so.As I’ve said before, I just love cock and often look at men and wonder what their cocks are like, especially at the gym – you know the saying ‘body builders have small cocks’ – not true. One evening my flat mate was working late so I ended up at the gym sitting talking to one very hunky guy. . We had some great success up north but had to change our plans when we received word of what had happened here.”“Aye,” he replied sadly. “The Dran was not a favorite of anyone here, but that was excessive even for the wrongs he has done.”I nodded, “Agreed. I do have a question for you. Has anyone figured out how he was killed and by whom?”“No lad,” he replied. “They were worried that a Voguel had gotten into the city, but no signs or other deaths were found. Then there was the noose; no wolf.