She had that long blonde hair, halfway down her back. green eyes and a tinylittle rosebud mouth with sharp fox-like teeth. I couldn't wait to put my h...ndsaround her throat and feel the breath stop. I knew she'd just grin, daringme to go too far. That's the part she liked. Going too far. We were in the backroom on the second floor of the house on Scarritt. Ithad been the room Gary had stayed in when he lived there. There was just adouble bed and an uncomfortable cane couch. "Come on," I said,. It was our practice to relax in the evening with some liquor made by Faizi’s staff from date palms, and I got high from drinking it. After our first two weeks in Bahrain, and he could sense that I was getting more comfortable with him, Faizi started to more-aggressively flirt with me. He’d usually wait until I was drunk with the liquor to kiss my neck, rub my back or stroke my thigh. I must admit being sexually attracted to him, and I sensed his virility and strength. Those feelings scared me a. ”“Hey, wasn’t he a dive officer on a U-Boat before he was captured and decided not only not to seek escape, but to stay in America after the war?” I recalled the story that her late grandfather told us about his life in the Kriegsmarine, the German Navy.“Very true. We still have his Kriegsmarine uniform. The war changed him from a fervent Nazi to a secret dissident. The things that he saw and did, you know. It shook him and so did living in America, seeing what life was like here. Not perfect,. We were deeply kissing each other by rolling on the floor, we were not in a position to leave each other hugged tightly and our deep kissing continued, we got up by hugging each other and she was on wall side hugged tightly, I lifted her up and she folded legs near my dick area and our kissing continued. We were sucking each other lips madly, exchange our tongues while kissing. We moved to sofa, then she slept on me and exploring my tongue and we were exchanging the positions.At some time, we.