Most of my memories of the girls that came back regarded Ashley since I knew her longer than the other two. It seemed like my memory was returning to ...me in a wave. It started from when I was sixteen and still home and kept rolling forward in time. I was at about the point of when I was halfway through my second semester of college. I wondered why Heather wasn't in the picture and no one was telling me why.I got some details on how our little foursome developed. It had started with Sarah and. I sighed, wondering if I’d ever fall in love again, if I’d ever meet someone as beautiful and sexy as Laura ever again… Just then, the train jolted to a stop and I was flung forward by the force. I managed to brace myself with one hand, but the iced mocha in my hand flew out of the cup and splashed all over the white shirt of the man standing in front of me. He wasn’t too pleased. “What the fuck?” he yelled, glaring down at his sodden shirt, once pristine white but now with a chocolate brown. “He’s screwing the shit out of your girl. What you gonna fucking do?” Lawrence’s reply was swift. Biceps flexing, he picked her up by the hips and carried her in reverse, her legs already entwining around his ass. He backed her into the refrigerator and slammed her against it with an impaling drive of his pelvis. She cried out to be filled with foreign cock and came all over him in the first few thrusts. He shafted into her like it had always been his dream and she clawed him, guttural screams. I kept an eye on the ships due in to our port and found that there was an 'american' destroyer that was due in two days, surely there should be plenty of BC on board.I went down and after the ship had docked and most had left the area, I found there sitting dockside were two 'bc sailors.'I made them feel welcome and asked why they hadn't gone into town with the rest of them and they said that they weren't interested in club or bar life.Then I said well come home with me have a good cooked.