‘You musta been well respected and liked for them to return everything you owned. Usually all that gets sent back to the family when a soldier is ki...lled is the worst of the clothes. Troopers are not well paid and often come from poor circumstances. They rob their own dead, not just the fallen enemy. I saw a lot o’ that when I was a lawman workin’ out of the forts. ‘Now then, the clothes look a might big but if we boil them and you wear them wet they should shrink a mite.’ ‘You mean Clay’s. He didn't want the bartender coming over to the table and remembering Betty tomorrow if her face was on the news. Ed set the rum and Coke in front of Betty and she grabbed it and drank over half of it before she set it back down. Ed saw that her hands were shaking and she had a terrified look in her eyes. Betty drank the last of her rum and Coke. Ed went to the bar and got her another drink. He came back and set it in front of her and she drank half of the second rum and Coke."OK, now what is. I began to get erect. The bedsprings squeaked a little as she leaned forward and stared right at my growing bulge. "Miss me a little?" she said, and she giggled.I took her hands and urged her up off the bed. I pulled her against me, hugging her. Her shirt felt scratchy on my chest, and I pressed my building erection against her belly. "Come on," I said, "you too."With a bright smile, she dropped down on the bed and flipped off her shoes and quickly kicked off her shorts. She lay down on her. I start by taking off her tennis shoes, and socks. Then I reached up to her waist and removed her jeans and panties off of her body. There before me was a beautiful golden mound of hair. Neatly trimmed, tight curls, at the top of her lightly moist and glistening pussy. I couldn't help myself, fronted with such a sight I buried my face in right way. Allowing my tongue to just start lapping at her sweet tasting pussy juices. With my tongue lapping at her clit. My fingers were inside her, rubbing.