Plucking up courage I said: "Mom Lucy and I are getting engaged."I expected problems, but not the reaction that followed.She shot from her chair, hand... extended and pink-painted fingernails aimed for my face."That girl's not having you," she screamed.I grabbed her by the wrists, gradually forcing her slim frame back so that I could get up.Swiftly I pushed her back and before she could resist I had turned her to face the wall. She struggled violently and as she did so I felt her buttocks. Maurice told Herbert that Serena, had gone by a much earlier bus to “the smoke” as he called London, to visit family. He had called in Sarah Brown to deputise, only for lunchtime trade, knowing the sweet natured wife of the village curate was much loved by the punters when they asked her to get old fashioned dimpled beer glasses from beneath the bar and ogled her droopy tits. Maurice wondered if she knew. Maurice’s wife Agnes was lustily fingering salami and cucumbers thinking those were the. I became so horny, when his velvety fingers and lips played on my nipples alternatively and my 6″ manhood stood in full attention.There was no looking back, I thought and we embraced tightly and hormonal levels soared up & whole body shivered like a leaf in the breeze. As he was massaging the breast with one hand the other got the feel of my dick. We were caressing each other with overwhelming desire & lust, moaning at the same time, in pleasure.. I was no amateur and hence began my work on his. And still no sound. No thud of the camel’s feet on sand. No rustle of fabric. It scared me. My stomach tightened. But I was trained for this. Not to panic. Not to seize up. But to act.I detonated sand before the front ranks. Shock waves propagated through the ground, shaking the grains about my feet while sand burst into the attackers. Instead of camels and riders falling to the ground—screaming in pain, their flesh scoured by sand particles, leaving them bleeding and shredded—they burst into.