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"Great idea! Make it a tradition," I laughed. Start the day with a morale boost and a reminder we ain't in Kansas anymore. "Don't worry, looney tunes will back in the morning," she sent a playful note in my direction. I shaved and showered in a rush. I tend to leave on the installment plan. To avoid a return to quarters to recover a forgotten item of necessity I made a quick to-do list in my head of the personal junk I would need for three, or more days in the bush: three packs of smoke? Check. Disposable lighters? Check. Weed for a week? Check - no sense running short. Eyeglasses and microfiber cleaning cloth? Check. Change of socks and underwear? Double check. I'm good to go. I selected a functional wardrobe: camo cargo pants, an olive drab surplus army shirt with epaulets, and a pair of used Desert Storm combat boots wrapped up in a vintage M-60 government-issued field jacket. Standing before the full-length mirror, I repositioned the contraband eagle feather in the hatband of my. Peter laughed out loud at the brazen display of infidelity playing out in front of him.She sauntered past Sam and Joel and gave them a wry smile before heading into the toilet. Her sports knickers were damp with desire and the clammy material clung to her thighs as she pulled them down. Usually she'd pull them back up again but this time she dragged them all the way down and off. As the blessed relief of urination passed her lips, she shook slightly and felt her nipples involuntarily harden.She looked down at her damp pair of black sports knickers and the white briefs inside them and made a decision. What had happened in the past really had no bearing on what was happening in the here and now. Although since the threesome she'd never had sex like she'd had that night, she wasn't about to whore herself out to Peter and Nick. The unintentional grope was just that, unintentional. What was wrong with a bit of flirting anyway?She grabbed her knickers and slid them back on but this time it.
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