She hung theouterwear, and stowed the underwear loaded speed loaders and put them in herpurse with the .357, stripping off her rags and then donning a... caftan of Marie'sshe fixed and devoured supper. Stretching out on the sofa in the family room sheturned on the Satellite receiver and TV. Deciding to watch the History Channel'spresentation of The Great Escape she remembered she was a young boy she had satin the old Commodore Theater on High Street in Portsmouth watching the samefilm. As Steve. An hour later, they were eating a breakfast of sausage, biscuits, and gravy. It was simple, but warm and filling, and a good way to start a cold day.As they ate, Sarette said, “Should we try and resupply here, or wait until Jol’s Brook?”“Jol’s Brook is too small,” Gregor replied. “There’s a good store here, so as soon as the sun is up, I’ll head over there.”“I’ll help you,” Boktar said.“How far away is Jol’s Brook?” Corec asked.“Only about fifteen miles,” the scout said. “We’ll reach it. And…I …about that time I started kissing on her sweet tits. She ran her fingers thru my hair and moved my head around, guiding it to where she wanted my lips to be. “Oh damn you..stop that….no!…it’s making me all horny and hot. Hand me that phone so I can call the cops…please.” I laughed and whispered: (“I’m a phone man lady, your phone will never work again.”)I peeled the rest of her robe off her. I started kissing down her tummy, headed for her pussy. She started trembling. She moaned as her. The final touch was a lace edged apron in white cotton. Theapron laces were tied neatly into a bow at the back just as the finalmorning bell rang throughout the dormitories.Dean felt the girls turn him about until he was facing the tallmirror above the dresser. What he saw was a maid, flanked by twoother maids. There was nothing now in his reflection that he couldrecognise as being Dean Prentice.It seemed that his apron was secured just in time as barely had themorning bell ceased ringing that.