Both Amy and Jessie’s hands searched each others hips, waist and back as they held together in the moment. “Well, well, well, what do we have here...” Mel’s booming voice startling both girls, they broke apart instantaneously and turned to face Mel. Mel didn’t appear angry or surprised, she seemed calm and sedate, her face impassive. “What were you two girls getting up to then?” Amy pondered what to say, but Jessie jumped in quickly, “nothing, we were just …” Mel glared at Jessie, her deep brown. After one scattered action, I found myself separated from my companions and decided to take advantage of that situation to leave the army, again, at least for a while. At the time it seemed like a good decision. I was sore, hungry and unpaid. I threw away my cockade and my black neckcloth and presented myself to an burly innkeeper near a river ford as a veteran seeking work. He hired me on to tend his stable and do odd jobs about the sprawling, rundown place. I dug a new latrine for him, a. Steven shifted on the bed, rolling towards me slightly so I could feel his solid bulk pressing my left hip into the bed. When his hand rubbed up my bare back underneath my t-shirt, I suddenly realized how little we were both wearing – he was just in boxers, and I was just in panties and a baggy t-shirt. I could feel his erection pressing against the outside of my thigh through his boxer shorts. The contact of Steven’s skin on mine inflamed us both further, and our kissing became even more. By now, Betty's hips could not be held still and she had placed her feet back on the coverlet, using the leverage to arch her back, causing me to hold on tight so as not to lose contact with her stiff clit. While my tongue strummed a new tune on her vibrating pleasure button, I slid one, then two fingers deep in her slippery pussy. My fingers quickly reached their goal, Betty's g-spot, which I began stroking in time with the strokes of my tongue on and around her clit. Only able to take about a.