Rubbing my hips, legs, rubbing my wet clit, and fingering my wet pussy. Finally someone started licking my clit, and then it was on. They ate me and s...cked my nipples till I was huffing like crazy taking turns, and hubby looked back in the rear view and asked them who wanted to fuck me. I opened my eyes and they were all staring at him and then as one they turned their eyes on me. I just smiled at them and reached down and spread my pussy lips. One guy started licking me like crazy while trying. I want to look in your eyes and see the emotions fly across them – from annoyance, to inquiry, to the anticipation that lights up your face as you see the glint of mischief in mine. I want to kneel on the floor between your denim clad legs and place my hands on your knees. I want to slowly trace a path up your legs, inside your thighs until the palms of my hands graze over the zipper of your jeans. I want to feel you swell with desire as my palms gently massage you, the pressure of my caress. Eighty centimetre fording depth. Koebe-pumped jets of fire at anything, infantry, horses, pigs, motorcycles, pillboxes, or houses. Sixty metre range."Let me tell you more. Ghurkhas. I think from the British Northumberlands, and I don't know how in Dante's dark realm they ever got separated from Buddha. I mean, the foreigners we couldn't even speak or think about, running around with blades instead of guns. Three policemen and twenty-one irregulars. Native dress."That was Monte D'Oro or. I watched in rapt attention as they rutted like a mare and stallion and from the way they behaved afterwards I was confident that this was not their first time together. My own hand had slipped up under my skirt and I rubbed myself into a passionate frenzy like the couple I secretly observed.I was not able to catch them again during the next few weeks and when Claude returned from business he loaded us all into the car for a drive to the coast for a holiday to celebrate Pierre's birthday.The.