She was naked from the waist up and his left hand roamed over her body as his right controlled her head with a handful of blonde hair. Heather writhed...under his weight and ground her pussy back against him. Her grunting and moaning became more pronounced but was enveloped by their kisses. Steve's left hand slid down her side to her hip where it searched for the strings of Heather's bikini bottoms. Locating one, he pulled vigorously and loosened it. He continued his attack on her mouth as he. I left her there, cut down the bodies, found a shovel and started digging in what had been the kitchen garden. The girl roused herself, went to the well and then found a spade and helped me dig, her head turned away from the torn bodies. We buried the ragged remains under some pine boughs, bent our heads over the mound of earth and were about to head back to Washington's camp for another suggestion when three Hessian horsemen came trotting down the lane, laughing and pointing at us as I leaned. But you do realize that you don't need to get me drunk in order to get me to your bed. Your looks will coax me there without the alcohol." Amanda was blushing at that comment but she surprised Steph and made her remember why she liked Amanda as a friend. "Thanks for the tip, but with the stories that Steph has told me about you I doubt one bottle will phase you." As Steph quickly chimed in with a smile, "Try like seven bottles." Nate started laughing, "Oh ouch. Coming from both sides. I knew. And boobs that jutted out like ripe melons aching to be plucked. She must have fucked a thousand guys, he thought to himself. I'll betshe's one hellulva piece of ass. He extended his hand to Trish, "I'm Peter Knight. I think we'vemet at French Leave." Davie interjected excitedly. "Oh excuse me, Trish, Daddy, this ismy friend, Trish Byers. She's stayed with you before. She's astewardess with Pan Am." He overlooked the innocent faux pas. "Yes, I recognize Miss Byersas one of our guests. Nice to.