A hand tickles your back, tugging at the bra strap. Someone wants the girls out. It seems to take a while, with seeming multiple hands at work, but ev...ntually a release is made and the straps slide along your arm. You find yourself having to drop your hands away from the cocks to pull the bra from your arms. Almost immediately after, a warm grip presses against your left breast. Another hand begins to stroke down your back, brushing against your right shoulder blade. You feel your hair been. He retrieved his knife and slipped it back into the belt sheath. He then reached down and hefted the lieutenant and put him belly down across his horse. After mounting his own horse again he turned to the old sergeant."I will take him to the Colonel, you take your troop back South and continue what you need to do." The old sergeant dropped his hand back to his pistol, but didn't try to take it out of the holster. "Sir, I can't leave the lieutenant here or they will skin me alive when I get. She was shocked but was enjoying my act. I hugged her so tight while doing so I slowly moved my right hand through her saree on to her stomach region in search of her sexy soft and silky navel. She was turned on which I could sense from the hotness of her breath. She leaned over me resting her head on my shoulders backward. I was squeezing her belly mildly meanwhile licking her neck region. She closed her eyes and enjoying my act. She could have sensed the erectness over her ass since I was. Almost as soon as she went through the door she spotted him. He was of Afro-Caribbean extraction dark skinned and he looked very fit and very good-looking. Angie tried not to stare but this guy just seemed to draw her attention. Something stirred inside her, which she hadn't felt for a long time and she was a little distracted. She just fancied the pants off him, which is not really the thing for a happily married mother to do but she couldn't help her feelings. Even in these enlightened times.