While I didn't have a lot to compare them to, I was willing, right then and there, to declare them world class hands. Based on the irregular breathing... sounds coming from him, Chris must've been thinking similarly about my hands, I hoped.We had engaged in a little groping the summer before, and while both of us had been wearing far less clothing. It hadn't been like this for me before though. The times before had been detached, almost clinical by comparison. Too much of me holding life at arms. Wearing a tiny pair of hiphugging white shorts and a green tanktop, browsing things on the internet.There wasn't really anything to do, and I was starting to get bored....and horny. Out of habit a hand started to gently find it's way downtowards my crotch, the hand on the mouse clicking towards a porn site.I sifted through the titles, finally settling on one.'Hot lesbos in the bathroom'Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not a lesbian. I've had a few boyfriends,all of which were very pushy when it. I was somehow at ease in the presence of this man so I let him know that I was an 18 year old traveling about from place to place enjoying my new found freedom he seemed to perk up to that bit of info as I could tell by the big grin on his face.He said he understood the situation as he would have done the same if he was my age.As we traveled a bit further he suddenly asked if I was bored and wanted to read some magazines he brought along for long trips into the city and back. ''Sure I. Palm-widths spent haggling over chickens and dried corn, then another six or eight mile ride and then back up the mesa. In the dark. Then however further south the First Mounted had gotten during the day.The captain sensed Legios' hesitation and laughed. "Come, Lieutenant! You haven't had foraging duty with us before, but it's easy enough! Anyway, I hear all of you skirmish troopers have it down to a fine art! Anything that isn't tied down vanishes! Particularly if she's young and pretty!"The.