Not too tall, but good looking, about 28 or so, built. Married. He's talking about his wife and k**s and these guys are neighbors or something so they... seem to know each other. But they are stalling around waiting for me to leave, I guess. I know the first guy wants cock as much as I do, but hell, the married guy might be straight as far as I know. I guess I should have left them alone, maybe I violated a cruising rule of etiquette or something (but my cock is MUCH bigger then the first guy's).. Who was this child in a red coat and silly pillbox hat?"First Company! Fall in! Three ranks! Let's move!" Daniel had the AI amplify his voice to be heard by this wrecking crew.As the noise settled down and the company fell in to four ranks in a slight arc from the flag onward, Daniel sighed and shook his head. Maybe in a year these would be disciplined troops, but right now it was all new to them."Three ranks. You!" The AI supplied the defaulter's name to Daniel's ear-piece. "Sekulovich! Where. I slid my hands inside to grab those firm, pert buttocks and she gave a wiggle and her slacks slid down those long slim legs to crumple at her feet. My hands found their way inside her lace knickers and I could now knead the skin of that beautiful arse. My fingers reached further and she parted her legs as far as her slacks would allow, until my fingers reached her pussy lips. She shivered and even with our mouths locked together I felt - rather than heard - her utter a groan of pleasure. My. Coney was the great amusement park in the sky and I’m still enjoying that day. There was also a mid-winter 17 degrees f. day on which I just didn’t feel like going to school. We spent the day going from apartment house lobbies to candy stores to alleys to keep warm until three o’clock when we could go home. I still love him for doing that with me. I take out my compact and attempt to fix my face. Inevitably I see the small scar on my right cheek: the scar I got when I fell off the green Schwinn.