"I looked around as I walked towards the few buildings. On the west side two companies of combat soldiers from Sax were set up by the river and to the... north there was a squadron of Humers. To the south were mounds of earth that were ammo bunkers. They had tents lined up between them and I saw a lot of women in uniform.I stopped at the building with the Alexander and Sax flag in front and lowered the floating sled. My uniform was like everyone else except it had crossed staffs on the collars. I. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner.. He's looking around cautiously probably thinking he's been stood up, he turns and see's me and he looks relieved. He looks me up and down and smiles. I smile, walk towards a tree whilst keeping my eyes on him. I lean into the trees and let him get a good glimpse of my butt. He walks over, strokes and then squeezes my ass. A little spank. I turn, drop to my knees and grab his bulge in his jeans, he quickly opens his belt and zip and out flops this nice cock. I grab it and stroke it whilst. ” “Huh, what?” Cat was alarmed. “Milk,” the girl whispered. Cat looked down to see double stains on the front of her light blue blouse. Horrified, she put her hand across her chest. This, of course, drew attention to her massive breasts from every male in the room. “Oh God,” Cat leaped from her stool and ran for the bathroom. “Bag it,” the girl said from behind her. Cat ran into the bathroom and stood staring at the mirror in horror. The stains were growing. The bathroom door opened. She threw.