" Does that mean you're retiring?" I'm afraid so." How do you feel?" Very sad." What are you going to do now?" I haven't made up my mind." Will you go... back to carpentry?" Might do?" Were you going to be in the final squad?" Ask Mr Ramsey." Is this going to affect your marriage plans?" No." When are you getting married?" We haven't picked a date yet." How do you feel, Polly?" Sad and disappointed."So it went on. Slowly the reporters realised that there was nothing special going to come out of it. And the live orchestra was five or six cuts above what we'd had to endure at the Cloverdale High reunion.Yes, Betsy Elliott was definitely a genius.Most of the riverboat's clients that night had already filed off the gangplank before Shirley and I finished one more glass of wine each and, reluctantly, took our leave."I'm too woozy to drive right away," I told her. "If you need to get home, I'll take you in a cab. Otherwise, we can just -- take another riverside walk." Riverside walk," Shirley. Dev pressed my long white legs up onto the bed with his dark black hands, far enough to give him access to both my pussy and ass. He then went to work eating my pussy and finger fucking my ass. Dev's hot tongue and thick fingers brought me to an orgasm within a few minutes, as my hips and waist bucked wildly up off the bed. Dev placed his hands on my round belly to help ride out my orgasm, as Josh simply held my head in place with both of his hands and continued to pummel his black torpedo into. " I sat up and lit a cigarette. "I doubt it Princess, but I need to get in touch very soon." "What happened darling, why after all these years have you fell out of love with the army?" I thought about it for a moment, we weren't supposed to tell anyone what we did or even where we were. I was in my second stint with the Regiment and I'd met blokes in there, fought with them even, done obbos; observation jobs, once very common in Northern Ireland and other places around the globe!) with them and.