I pulled my phone, opened the text with my friend and took a quick picture, from behind Katrina. My friend immediately responded that she could tell w... were in my bedroom. I simply responded, “yes.”Katrina and I undressed each other. We laid on the bed, touching each other and kissed, I managed to type “touching” and “kissing” to my friend without getting caught. Katrina rolled onto her hands and .knees and I moved right in behind her. As I slid my penis inside of Katrina, I messaged my friend,. The flaws in this approach were quickly apparent. Generals of armies, whether attacking or defending a country, were soon charged with war crimes because of collateral damage done by their troops in the fog of war — or when munitions went awry during battles as munitions always have. Even individual soldiers following orders the best they can sometimes had warrants sworn out against them for perceived wrongs. Freely elected leaders who had ever waged war for any cause against another country. My pussy had never been so wet. Literally throbbing every single day I chatted with him.Husband wanted to see all the action, so agreed to send pics to him afterwards.The guy never showed up; feeling rejected and lonely, so i head down to the hotel bar to cheer myself up, and husband told me to go and hook up with a random stranger.I met someone in the bar within an hour. After flashing him the lingerie I was still wearing underneath my clothes, we had a passionate french kiss in the hallway. He starts to rub in the fluid first at my feet. He massages firmly, but gently. He starts to massage up my legs working the fluid into my inner thighs then outer thighs and on to my stomach and up to my chest. His hands slip and slid over my breasts working the fluid deep into my skin. I feel my nipples skip inbetween his fingers.I am moist, again. Very moist.He moves lover and starts to massage my pussy around the still buzzing vibrator. His hands, both of them, work the fluid from his hands.