Your developing your taste while we are doing this. Don'tget dressed. I want to try one more thing now I can see where we aregoing a little better."Sh...e vanished from the room and I sat and waited, legs crossed."Coming in," she called a few minutes later.As she entered I quickly uncrossed my legs. I must have blushed.She waved her hand. "I thought you were passed that. Look, it's nice tocross your legs sometimes. But you can also cross them at your ankle."I did as she suggested."See. Still. .wait don't open that door...' Gilbert looked back as he opened the door saying '...wait for what, Calvin and Alvin done seen a fresh fucked bitch before...' Calvin walked in as I flipped over the far side of the bed, Gilbert's cum flowing from my gaping bung hole as I did so. Calvin said '...damn Alvin Gilbert got some boy pussy in here. Shit we should've got here sooner...' Alvin snickered '...we already done broke up his fuck party. Let's get the hell out of here it smells just like sex in. Had she heard our little antics? I never found out, but her timing was impeccable. We agreed to meet in the small patch of woods after she got home from school the next day. I was still processing into the base, so I didn’t have any Army duties yet.I got there early, and did a little exploring. I discovered a huge old tree stump that stood as high as a kitchen table. The top was flat and smooth, and the blanket I brought along covered the top. “So, I see you’ve met Mr. Stump,” Nicole. Beale. She clutched Donna's right breast with her left hand. It was more than a handful, and Ms. Beale's fingers, fortunately with short nails, dug into the soft flesh. Donna whimpered and said it hurt, but Ms. Beale reminded her to shut up and sit back.Donna had her knees clamped together, but Ms. Beale made her put each leg over an arm of the chair, under penalty of pain. Ms. Beale kneeled in front of Donna and looked between the now widespread thighs. Donna was.