Although very surreal, I was so turned on I could actually feel my pulse pounding in my chest and my labia. I asked him if he liked my pussy and he to...d me that it was beautiful. I told him to kiss it.He just knelt there giving me a totally confused look. To expedite things I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips into me. Itold him in what I assumed was a commanding voice to kiss it. He did and he licked me to a super hard super quick orgasm.As soon as my thighs stopped quivering, I. "Sorry Linda but I must have left our clothes in the bath house." She looked at Robert, he shrugged and said "My clothes are in the car." "Well what about a towel then?" she asked. Robert pointed at her beach towel, hanging over the railing, still covered in bait. "Thats it" he said."Well I'm going to try to clean up better," she said.and jumped back overboard. Robert leaned over and told her he thought he had some soap somewhere. When he came back, he threw the soap down to her and said "Linda. A truck full of Mugabe's guerrillas "Gorillas" I called them, had arrived popping off AK47 clips like it was chinese new year.Their truck was in a bad way, pouring water from a smashed radiator and juddering from a severely bent propshaft."We need new truck, we take yours." the lead thug announced.Manser stood facing them, a white haired archetypal ex pat, the wrong side of seventy.he faced down a thug half his age and twice his weight."Don't be hasty my friend. That is a fine English Bedford. He never got too drunk that he couldn’t find his way home but drunk enough that he got real chatty.He was just back from a night with the boys and was tipsy to say the least. Fiona was asleep and I was just finished up tidying up when he plonk’d himself down on the lounge and belched. “Sorry.” he said. “It was a dam good party.” I sat and we talked about his friends and the girls in his life. He confessed that there wasn’t really any one girl, lots of girls that were fiends but no girlfriends..