But although I’m English by birth, I’m White African by choice. This land has been good to me and my family. So yes, I would defend my way of life... All I will say is, if England is so good why are you here?” His comments left the bar in silence.Later David asked Stanley if he thought there would be a war.Stanley nodded, “The bankers can smell money so they’ll push the Boers into it. They tried once before in 91 and got a bloody nose, which they seem to have forgotten. But they won’t be up. She should pull her fingers out of her pussy, and stop masturbating to the scene before her. Carol couldn't believe her own reactions to what she saw. She tried to take her hand out of her pants, but as her fingers slid past her clit, she came hard, and barely stifled a gasp as the orgasm overcame her. Her fingers dove back into her box, as she came on them again and again.She knew she needed to put a stop to what was going on in there. Looking in again, her eyes zeroed in to where their two. Closing in, my nostril's flared at the beautiful scent of her perfume. My heart raced, my hands clammy as I drew closer."Juliet?" I called out as I eased the door open.Entering within, I turned to find her waiting for me. She lay upon the large, king sized bed, on the sheets. My jaw dropped, drool dribbled to my chin. She lay in all her naked glory, posing like a Playboy model."So sweetie, are you going to join me or what?" she asked, a wicked smile on her lips.I stepped forward, preparing to. I was saddened by the loss of seeing her beauty, I knew deep down it may never happen again, we were married after all, but not to each other. I drove her home with a shared silent reverie and as I pulled up in front of her home I turned and smiled, she replied with a kiss, tender and gentle to say good night without words. Neither Brian nor his folks had made it back as yet. She walked to her door as I watched over her path and went inside with only a slight gaze over her shoulder to bid me.