He knew that there was little chance of thieves or terrorists in this relatively secure place, but years of necessary personal safety paranoia had cre...ted an ingrained situational awareness which had saved his butt more than once. Over the past five years he’d passed this knowledge on to Kesi.After a couple of minutes she turned to him, and this time her expression was serious. “We’re never going back to Kenya are we?”He shook his head and spoke to her softly and reassuringly. “There’s no. He was rock hard, and was looking forward to fucking Hansa. The spanking and the caning had gotten him very horny. He was sitting in his bath, thinking about how they would make love when Hansa walked in. She will still in her sari. He assumed still no panties, and he could see that she had no bra under her blouse.She knelt down on the side of the tub and began to caress his chest hair. Making little circles around his nipples with her fingers at first, and then she leaned over and began to. Plenty still 'ere. Come, le's go ta my cabin an' shar' sum whiskey, if ya're no' a temperate man, Sir."Hitch shrugged, "rarely indulge, but I'm a Marine. I don't turn down a drink offered freely."The hike to Miller's cabin took a couple of hours. Each man carried his deer over shoulders, the cuts along each abdomen sown back together to keep the carcasses fresh and closed to flies and other scavengers, holding in the heart and liver which remained inside. A thick towel caught what blood drooled. He placed his hand on hers and pried himself loose, not wanting to come from her stroking.Their lips were only an inch apart, their noses nearly touching and they were whispering into each other's mouth, and Terry felt her chest tighten with emotion. She pecked a quick kiss on the soft, moist lips, and patted the furry muff very gently."You have an adorable, kissable little pussy." And you have a big, beautiful kissable cunt."Mora saw the heat in Terry's eyes and reached up quickly to pull the.