I brought this food to share with you and would like to be a friend."They started and talked swiftly between them. They looked back at me and I said, ...I come from far away. My name is Tom Underwood from Georgia. Who are you?" When I said, "Tom," I pointed to my body. When I asked their names, I pointed at them. That information, they figured out very quickly. One stepped forward and said, "Oo-tar." He pointed at his chest.I said, "Tom," pointing at my chest. I then said, "Oo-tar," and pointed. As I was pinned to the bed by his hands on my shoulders, I couldn’t see what was happening. He kept fucking me then I did hear the door close about thirty seconds later. I could smell my mother’s perfume and realised she had walked in on us but must have watched me being bummed before leaving. Jason then grabbed hold of my hips and pushed in as hard as he could go. He had reached a climax and was shooting his load inside of me. I could feel his prick pulsating with every shot and felt his warm. He knew that was impossible, that song had never been released to anyone, let alone a little Afghan girl in the middle of nowhere and yet... he had to know.He turned to the soldier sitting by the door. "Can you ask the Captain to wait just a minute? I will be right back." O.K., O.K.," the soldier replied nodding. It was the only English word he knew although he had no idea what it meant. It just seemed to always please the Anglos, like now. Darryl hopped back down to the ground leaving one of. I screamed every time that he thrust into me, eventually throwing a few moans. He grabbed my hips tightly as he pushed so far into me that it felt like his balls were inside of me as He fucked harder and harder, his moaning and groaning getting louder with every thrust. I knew that he was getting ready to cum inside of me and I wanted it so badly. I pushed back against him, even though when I joined in, it hurt even more. “Oh fuck,” he groaned loudly behind me, giving me a couple more really.