Susan became nervous and scared. It was her turn to be burned as a witch. She felt the heat from Sheila fire beat against her own naked body. She was ... living midsummer witch on the bonfire. She wished it was over as for Sheila. The children with torches smiled expectantly back at her. She saw in glimpses her own childhood, she saw in flashes from the times when she and her family had stood and looked at the midsummer bonfires with witch dolls. Her father had told about the burning time when. Each morning we had to get up and fold our bedding in a certain way, get dressed for the day then go to the mess hall for breakfast. Then to the parade ground to begin learning how to march, that seemed to be a never ending exercise to get it right. We were forever being yelled at, "heads up shoulders back, chest out and open those legs, left right come on swing those arms" etc.. The drills were broken up with lectures on the service, explaining the different ranks, Aircraft recognition and. The feeling grows, my lips soaked now, as I pull my panties to the side, exposing my swollen pussy as I rub more deliberately and get ready to cum. Then it happens... I hear the creak of the stairs as someone heads down. I know it must be him, as he attempts to be quiet but he doesn't yet know the secrets of the house, and which steps to avoid. I pause in my rubbing, knowing that I will cum in seconds if I continue. I keep my hand holding my panties to the side, listening and anticipating each. “That’s your own fault! You should have been ready!”“I suppose. I won’t let you surprise me again!”“We’ll see about that!” she giggled.We splashed around in the water for a bit, then went back to our towels to dry off and put on our shirts and shorts. We walked over to the small food stand and bought some lunch and found a shady spot to eat.“I’m really, really going to miss you,” Sofia said. “You will write to me, won’t you?”“Of course. I promise. Good friends are really hard to come by, and.