She stood bare naked on her lower torso, square facing him, one leg in front of the other in a classic glamour pose.He stared at her heart shaped trim...of dense black pubic hairs, traces of stubble scattered around the image, the lower point leading to a textured double formation of inner labia with a markedly deep groove between. He licked his lips, seeing how her camel toe formed. Ruthie turned, her big hip swaying, not bothering that he could see between them when she stopped, twisting her. S. without delay. If you would look at his paperwork please," the General said to the customs official, who appeared to be confused as to why a British Officer had come bursting into his processing area. "Who are you Sir?" he asked before looking at my paperwork. "I am no one. I am not here. Neither is Harris. This did not happen and you will carry on as normal," the General said flashing an ID card. The Marines lowered their weapons and came to attention. The customs man. She was teaching the small ones to speak the words of the fork-tongued devils in Washington, D.C. She had already impressed on them the importance of doing their toilet a bit downstream to protect the drinking water supply and simple cleanliness. Her clothes washing techniques were still primitive like their own ways but she showed the women how to clean the clothes more effectively and without a need for expensive soap to remove the dirt. The women tended to clean their hair more often. They talked for a few minutes. then his eyes left her face as he swept over her voluptuous body with his eyes. as he stared at her breast through her shirt he asked "may I?" gesturing to pull her shirt top out and look inside. "Go ahead" she said. so he did. he pulled the front of her shirt out and let his finger roam inside across her rock hard nipples. "let's go outside and talk" he said. They stepped out of the door into a dark hallway. he grabs her and kisses her. she looked surprised at.