I flipped her onto her back, fell heavily on top of her, and smothered her mouth with mine. Blowing the smoke deep down her throat and my tongue as we...l! I pulled back just in time as she coughed up the smoke and threw her head back into the pillow! I raised up on my elbow and manoeuvred my rock-hard dick right into her pussy with a deep plopping sound!“Ungh!!” she grunted as I plunged in and out of her. Her thick, thighs wrapped around my hips and her heels were buried into mine! I grabbed. Three weeks ago the phone rang and Brad answered it. I could tell he was talking with his Dad. At first Brad was just listening, then a couple of OK’s and finally he said that he should ask me. Brad then handed me the phone saying his Dad wanted to ask me a favor & If I agreed it was OK with him. When I got on the phone Doug asked me if I would like to visit him and help him in his setting up his office for a week or two, he had just moved it to his house. He said Brad agreed to take care of. I rubbed her pussy. She moaned as my fingers slid across her dripping pussy.Her whimpers were the sweetest thing in the world. She moaned into my ear as my fingers danced across her clit. My tongue fenced with Fawziya's as the jinn rubbing my nipple seized it between thumb and forefinger, rolling hard.“Mmm, your nipples are so hard. I bet they are succulent to suck on, slut,” moaned Nida. She licked my ear. “I want to find out.”I moaned into Fawziya's kiss and rubbed harder on Nida's clit,. . vigorous ... persuasion to talk. Perhaps strangely, the strongest advocates of the same were the ladies. I might have been less surprised had I not experienced that previously. The tendency of women to take a hard line is, apparently, long recognised; “When you’re wounded and left on Afghanistan’s plain, and the women come out to cut up what remains...” But in our situation, perhaps ‘If’ might be more apposite.We didn’t talk to them. We fed them, gave them bottled water.Jonny Schraeder.