We went out to recon a supposed mountain hideout for the guerrillas in central Afghanistan, northwest of Jabol-os-Saraj, which is north of Kabul. Wher... we were was to the east of the A76 Highway; at least that is what it says on our maps. Anyway, we had been air dropped into the foothills of the mountains. I don't think anyone knows the names of these damn things. It was near a place called Kuh-e Kokzaro Zaghicha on my map. We were in the fourth day of following a well-worn trail, when we heard. But I couldn’t sayanything, how awful would that be, if I got up and said, “Stop themovie, Lisa, your mom is trying to turn me on!” No, it would be ok,I’d just let her do it until she got bored, all she wanted was areaction, so I would just ignore her. Judy’s foot crept higher up mythigh until it got to my waist and then it stopped. Perhaps she’d gotbored already. But no, then she started to move it toward my innerthigh and my dick. She rested her foot there, slowly pinched at mydick with her. Then she put her lips to his sweaty, half-erect cock. When had that happened? he asked himself absently. Did beating his wife half to a pulp actually turn him on? Was he some kind of sick fuck? When she began working him with her bloody tongue and lips and he stopped thinking about anything but fucking her. God it had been a long time since he had fucked his wife. He was going to do it now and he was going to do it strictly for his own pleasure. To hell with what she wanted. All that mattered. Well holy shit, said James breathlessly. Chris laughed. They both started to stroke their cocks as they watched me start to slide my finger between my slippery pussy lips. So – what now babe? asked Chris, putting his hand out to caress my neck. He gave me a searching look, as if to ask if I wanted more. I gave the smallest nod, and smiled. It looks like youre still feeling a bit horny! he said. I just grinned, and started to rub my tits with one hand as i slipped a finger into my pussy..