I’m afraid this very formidable English woman is going to march over here any minute and demand to know, ‘Just what the bloody hell is going on he...re. You’re no more a little girl than I’m ‘Julie Andrews’.’ Oh Suzanne, my Suzanne, where are you? *************************************** Forgive me for interrupting the story, but I assure you all of the characters in this story are adults, even though the main character is currently posing as a young girl. His name is Art Jones and up until just. You can read my previous story or click on the under the title.It had been a few weeks since I had taken Natasha’s virginity that evening but we had met several times since then. She would either drop by at my place or I would go to hers with the excuse of studying. But all we did was spend our time with our lips locked and maybe our hands groping here and there. She was not entirely shy anymore, though she still would blush or get flustered every time my hands slid under her pants or skirt. I usually stood next to them a little longer when this happened so they could get a few minutes of finger blasting before I moved on to the other players. My ass was constantly grabbed and squeezed. And when I leaned over the table to refill the snack bowls, every player managed to sneak a handful of tit. I usually stayed a little longer in these positions, too, letting my boobs get fondled and my nipples pinched and pulled. Of course, I rubbed shoulders and ran my hand through heads of. Like teenyboppers jumping off thirty-story buildings. Of the 500, I don’t know how many were victims of enemy action, but it can’t be a very big number. As for the Warsaw Pact, their casualties were up in seven figures with the largest number, by far, being the number captured — MIA to them. Do you need anything better than that?”“Thanks, Sam. That certainly ought to do for starters. Incidentally, there may be some more faculty numbered among the missing soon.”Sam said that would be no.