So, what was it?The singing stopped, the four adults applauding vigorously. Unable to help herself, Anelie added her own clapping. The kids WERE good,...voices mixing together to make something unique.That the chorus had them "ribbiting" was just too cute.She glanced over at her men, now milling around off duty. The three teens from the boat were talking to the four recruits. Well, they were about the same age, so that made sense. They might even know each other. It was a small Kingdom, after. The eagle, the symbol of the Roman battle standard... and the name... Caesar! Near... near a century ago, girl, when... when I was just a squallin' child, he came with his pack... but I remember... remember well! Yes... I remember well!" He... they... the pack came last night, Granny," Jean said, fighting the dryness of her throat. "A girl... a young girl was raped... actually raped by him, or one of them... !" It was him! He did it! Caesar... and I can tell you why!" the little wizened woman. "Will you think about it?" he said.I looked at his face. He had a florid complexion with a scattering of freckles. His eyes were light blue and his hair was dirty blond with traces of grey. He met my eyes and smiled tentatively. I didn't see any ill-intent or obsession, only a boyish look of fragile hopefulness."I'm an idiot," I said, "but okay." Okay what?" he said."Okay I'll get naked for you," I said.He tried to hide his exhilaration but it was obvious. "When?" he said."We'd better do it now. Completely naked down below, she walked upto dads table and sat on it, infront of him, her thighs spread apart in front of his face. She lifted his chin and they kissed for a while. Then he began licking her toes and inner legs and finally her heaven hole. I could see that she was clean down there, typical indian brownish with a pink clit. She was moaning and playing with his head.I slowly moved further to a better position from where I could see the whole action yet was hidden behind a row of.