” Kray said and crumpled up the empty side-line pack, reaching for another one labeled “Applesauce.” “Top’s gonna be so pissed.” Harley sa...d and chuckled. “Looking for a prick” was a pick-up line used by the queens-in-green, female troopers… the number afterward was the preferred length in inches. Top was a no-nonsense type that longed wistfully for the day all but “real” men were barred from combat infantry, but he treated them all like soldiers, male or female- as long as they never forgot. This went on for years. Roni was married at the time and her husband obviously didn't know about this little game we were playing. A few times Roni and I had run into each other where she met my girlfriend at the time and I had met her husband. He took an instant dislike to me, it was obvious. In retrospect I suspect he was reading her FM Messenger account. Fast forward to the middle of 2019 and Roni's husband leaves her for another woman. A coworker, that they have both known for years. Roni. Well, the Maasi and occasional safari are the only human activity that takes place there. The Maasi don’t pose a problem; they don’t hunt for food, and they live off their cattle. The safaris may create a problem. So I would give permits to only professional hunters that we know and approve of. They would have a strict quota of the numbers of animals they could hunt on any safari. Their customers are normally only after the big four, Elephant, Rhino, Lion and Buffalo. Any safari crossing over. Its broad head glistening wetly from Lynda's saliva as it throbbed spasmodically.Lynda's hips and thighs quivered as Bob's fingers worked expertly between the downy, passion-swollen lips of her wet eager young pussy. Hurry honey! Hurry! Oh, God, please hurry! My mind screamed pitifully at my husband.Bob's fingers were plunging deep into Lynda's writhing pussy as she moaned and pleaded with him to fuck her. The moist downy cleft of her young pussy looked so inviting! Bob moved in between Lynda's.