I hoped he'd phone. I wanted to tell him. In any case, they had an obvious large wet patch on the front. I wiggled out of them, sighing with the movem...nt, and climbed into the shower.I guess I could have pretended to be in the shower for some other reason, but all I did was lean against the back wall of the cubicle and let the hot water run down the front of my body. My nipples were hard, and sensitive to the hot drops, but that was nothing to the feeling as the river ran down over my stomach. My knees could never have handled the hard surface of the floor.“Concentrate, lover boy,” said Helen to bring my attention back to her pussy.All I could do was to obey and lick her pussy. Her clit protruded from its hood, pointing to her thick inner lips. She was as wet as summer rain. My first lick of another woman’s pussy in twenty years was out of this world. Like a thirsty man that stumbled from a desert walk, I lapped her nectar and couldn’t get enough.Sensing that Helen’s legs would give. I said may be it was because she was there, they might have acted modestly. Then, my wife surprised me by asking if she could try that Massage once.I said, suppressing my excitement, by all means. She playfully patted my ass and said I know your kinky interests. I replied it was she who wanted a massage. She defended that Manoj was innocent and professional, and she would stop if anything went weird. I said let’s see, ask him once.So my wife called him up right away from her mobile. She kept. He had not spotted it during the mayhem of the battle. This warrior was a woman.“My god...” He said out loud. He looked at some of the enemy soldiers and could tell that some were women now. They ran into the battle with their chests bare screaming into battle, shooting or slashing anything that they could use.“The stories are true...” he said quietly to himself. “We are fighting amazons. The Dahomey are using female soldiers in their attack.”The stories were indeed true. The Battle of Dogba.