......."Well, actually, that had nothing to do with my homework assignment. Myseventh grade teacher had given us an assignment to write a two page sto...yabout the most exciting thing that happened to each of us during thesummer between our sixth and seventh grades. I had been reading the Sundaycomics, Charlie Brown in particular, and that week's cartoon had Snoopysitting on the top of his doghouse writing a story that began with, "Itwas a dark and stormy night .........." and I thought that. Had a quick breakfast and went after a towel and jumped in a dress, and took off with the bike, heading to the river. It was still and not more than the birds singing when I drove down the road passing Ullas house. From distance I could see an old car standing by the river, and first I thought about to turn back home,but decided to check who was there. I parked the bike and went over the edge and looked down, and could see an older man, mabye in his 70:s sitting onthe plattform fishing. He saw. I soon had typed up my report; basically all I said was that the mortar element of the infantry battalion had done a fully professional job, and that the training given to the Kenyan army had obviously been well learned. I made no mention of my involvement in the fighting at Fort Uhuru.As I sat there, enjoying a welcome cup of tea after finishing the report, my mind wandered back to the interlude I had spent in Mombasa. As I reviewed my memories I realised that instead of picturing Kylie I was. Ashley became more animated. Her feet played furiously over the front of Jarrad's jeans, urging his rock hard cock to attention. Her lips slid the length of Brad's cock, then engulfed it with her mouth. She grabbed hold of Brad's hand and pressed it against a breast – the one not already being played with by Jarrad. Her hips made back and forth motions as Jarrad's fingers danced along the walls of her pussy. Without warning Ashley broke loose and jumped from the couch. Grabbing Brad and Jarrad.