I was still a little hard as I kept thinking about what was going to happen tonight. As the sun went down we moved our chairs a little farther away f...om the house and waited for the stars to come out. I had my legs out straight and he was sitting up in his chair, very close to me. We had stopped talking and were just laying there staring at the sky. I felt a very soft touch on my thigh, almost not there. He was staring up, but his hand started to gently rub my thigh, moving all around,. “I guess you are a little slut, aren’t you?” She started to shake her head, a pretend look of hurt in her eyes. His cock was still rock hard, and he could see the slickness of Carrie’s spit on it. The guys were touching her ass and pussy, and she was just watching him—wanting him to do something. He knew what he wanted to do. “You’re gonna act like a whore,” he said, stepping round behind her, “well, I’m gonna treat you like one.” He shooed away the guys, and Damo said, “Yeah, give it to. Perhaps he didn’t get jealous because her other lovers were NOT male. Of course, Ashley was sure that he appreciated having scantily clad beauties prancing about his home. Now thinking about it, Ashley felt that he was being cheated. He had slept with all the girls who were currently there at one point or another, save Cindy. Cindy had been his parents’ secretary for six years or so, ever since they recruited her straight out of high school. His dad was well-known for picking talent, but he was. They may be detached to become just another pickup squad, maybe specialising in the more awkward pickups, or they may by subsumed into the existing squads to make up for injuries or other casualties. In our case, the heavy weapons squad got detached to another platoon that was going back to the front line." That's a bit unfair," I exclaimed. "Don't they get a chance to have a rest?"Danny gave a snort of derision. "Rest!" He exclaimed. "Most of us would rather be on the front line than doing.