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“Sorry about the interruption,” he said, pushing her head back down on the table and inserting himself back into her. As he laced his strokes in her, he added, “You see, the Sergeant and I are good friends. He taught me the bow and sword from a young age.”
Jean hadn’t had time to get her breath back and he was at her again. Her major problem was that she was bursting for a pee but with the way the Captain was firing away, she knew it would have to wait. He went on about how he would look after her all the way up to York; he sounded very convincing and she was more than willing to listen.
He kept shagging her and squeezing her bottom as he told her how he’d found many a gull as willing as her, but none as pretty as she was. It was obvious – from his statements and from how he had so c
