The lighter sparks and Stephanie makes out the soldiers face. It was Eli."Training was interesting today, hey?" She lightly says, no longer upset, the... coffee warming her up. "So how did it feel to be searched by a girl?" She giggled, still caught in her fantasy."Weird, I kinda liked it though." Oh, i know you liked it!" She chuckles."Oh no, you didn't notice that..." I did."Eli nearly turns red enough to be seen through the dark of the night. "It's ok, i liked it too." Stephanie could see his. "Ooh, yes, that's it" she moaned as I reached up with my hand to play with her asshole. Just the tip of my little finger at first, but she pushed at me, so I went in a little further.Noisily and hungrily, I ate Maureen and fingered her arse. Before long she was grinding herself against me, close to cumming.I withdrew, and she looked at me with a wicked smile. Hopping down, lightly for a big lass, she turned and bent over the sink. Grinning at me through the mirror, she turned on the cold. So this I write, what I know…what is me…as painful as it is going to be… I look at the journal before me, the latest of many I have hidden in a chest. Only this one unlike all the others is empty of words, with the exception of pretty phrases cut out of magazines and pictures of places I have yet to travel, haunts I have yet seen. It holds nothing of me. I fear my words from the prying eyes, and myself even. For my story is as sad as it is monotonous, I can’t bare to think of it myself some. She is slender, sensually !! Her pose in that profile picture is perhaps the most arousing but not of the vulgar type. It has poise, it has class and it has a compellingly carnal effect on any person who looks at her picture. In my case, I had an instant hard on that I never had felt so before – in spite of the fact that I had met so many ladies on sex sites before. Sharon’s body is a sculpture of feminity ! Even that, is an understatement.Immediately I set about writing a short email to her –.