I gasped.For the next few minutes, there we were sitting on a bench masturbating each other, our breathing getting more and more ragged. All this time... we were sitting very close facing each other, his face inches from mine, staring into each other's eyes.Then he made that distinctive face that men make when they are about to cum, a mixture of pleasure and pain. I felt his cock throb in my hand as I continued to pump it. He let out a grunt as a string of gooey cum shot out across my lap, then. From the moment she had met him, she had felt a stirring in her loins. Jennifer was right, he had a remarkably sexy accent that only served to increase those delightful feelings. She drove home with images of Susie's young body pressed against his, her fingers wrapped around his erect penis, stroking him slowly. Only it wasn't Susie's face she saw in her mind's eye, it was her own. It was her own fingers stroking his manhood, feeling it throbbing under her touch, her own hard nipples pressed. She began to pull her shoulder length hair into its usual knot at her nape then decided against it, letting it just tumble and wave around her face. Her skin was clean of makeup, which revealed a light speckle of freckles across her nose. She had gone tanning several times throughout the last couple of weeks in preparation for today and the tan lines from her bathing suit seemed more provocative to her than having an all over tan. She leaned in towards the glass and pulled the skin tight. The enemy begins to return a sporadic fire. As it grows in volume, the Leutnant orders the first party back to the horses. A little later Spangenburg can see a number of the enemy advancing at the crouch, firing from the hip, before kneeling to work the bolts of their rifles. He waits until the last party has regained their mounts before leaping down on top of his own horse. Riding down the stream he pulls up at the two men waiting with the hand generator."Wait until there's a good number down.