The food and drink inside, although classic foods of the area from days gone by, were freshly prepared.A young man sat waiting at the table. Harold’... dark skin and dark clothing caused him to almost blend into the shadows of dusk. His face brightened when he saw Shelly’s white dress blowing in the evening winds as she crossed the cotton patch. Her peaches and cream complexion was only slightly darker than the white dress which billowed around her.She was married in that dress. And she would. ’ ‘That is not even close to being funny, Frank.’ ‘I did not say it was funny, it is just a fact.’ ‘How did it happen, Frank?’ ‘We were in the city of Kandahar. This particular area was supposed to be a very safe place, but we still had our guard up. Anyone and everybody wearing a dress all day, could pull out an automatic weapon, or be wearing a bomb, and could ruin your day quickly. We walked down a long alley, with a lot of civilian traffic and children playing everywhere. If any place ever. "I like being close to you, too." We kissed repeatedly."What are you going to feed me, Frank? I'm sick of pizza." Oho! You can have chicken burgers, chicken breasts with vegetables, or something I found in the freezer called beef bourguignon. I can make noodles or rice."I think she was back to herself as a beautiful senior girl feeling in charge. "Okay, you do the noodles and I'll make the salad. Maybe do enough for the others if they get hungry."She snuggled against me and touched as we. As you pound your cock in and out of me, Christine moves over my face and lowers herself onto me, I can smell her musky warmth as she gyrates her hips and covers my face in her juices. My hands now free move up to her hips as I pull her down on me my tongue skewers her pussy. Moaning she guides my hands to her tits, I tweak her nipples as I run my tongue along her slit and to her engorged clit, as my tongue flicks over it I feel her wince with pleasure. As I gently bite on her I feel her.