But now he led the patrol in the harsh desert of Libya, where, if he got it wrong, could result in their death. Prof had spent five years out in Egypt...before the war, studding Egyptology. He had spent time roaming around the deserts hoping to find another Valley of the Kings. In doing so he had become adept in navigation using the sun and stars to find his way. Now he relied on the Bagnold Sun Compass, invented by the founder of the L R D G, along with his P8 tank compass, theodolite and. At least nothing major enough that would cause the kings guards and patrolmen to pay him any mind, yet. ‘We stop here then, Cap’n?’ The first mate asked his Captain. ‘No you bumbling idiot. I wanted us to stop at the next island, five miles from here.’ Jack rolled his eyes. ‘Sorry Cap’n.’ First mate Fredrick responded, looking away, fearing the Cap’n’s unpredictable moods. Finally, Fredrick cleared his throat, ‘Do ye think we’ll be seein any lasses at the pub tonight, ones that might need a. ..years." Jack gasped. Aaron grinned and leaned down, drawing his tongue slowly over Jack's cock, teasing the tip."Why didn't you ask me sooner?" He mumbled, brushing his teeth over the tip.Jack shuddered and moaned quietly, grabbing hold of Aaron's hair."Because I was a fucking pussy, I don't know why! We're doing it now though, so...shut up and do it!" Aaron laughed, started to say something and was silenced by Jack's cock in his mouth. Jack moaned louder, his fingers tightening in Aaron's. She had moved her own fingers to her clit and was tweaking it gently and then harder, finally pushing into herself, joining her fingers with his deep inside. He knew he was harder than ever before. All he could see was that fine chocolate skin beneath his fingers. Catherine, his beautiful loving Catherine, had wanted to do it during their honeymoon. He knew European girls were supposedly more sophisticated than their American cousins but her request still shocked him. She had been his.