Aren’t you?”“Well…….yes I guess I am, but this is a one off thing”“Mom it doesn’t need to be. We’re both adults and you have sexual ...eeds so anytime you need sex all you need to do is ask me and you don’t need to go out and find guys”“Well I guess so baby”After I settled that, I put my head down under her skirt to get a first look at her pussy. It was amazing. Her pussy lips were thick and glistening with her pussy juice and her lips were sticking out of a trimmed layer of hair. That pungent. ?We’ll be back later? Imagine being left like this indefinitely? Now you know what the accused face everyday.? The Captain nods as he flicks a rope, watches her breasts shudder between the swaying weights. ?And, by the way? Think about what you’re going to report? What you’ll have to say about the Sheik’s justice, while we’re gone? We’ll discuss that with you when we return.?Chapter TwoAccusations and Interrogation Stifling in the mask, struggling to breathe, breasts throbbing, legs. Alone or in groups, it did not matter. She lingered around where other guys were at longer then she needed to. Pre cum was literally leaking from my cock and down my legs. Even our little ones saw mommy full out strutting her stuff for the pleasure and content of other men. They even told me that men were staring at mommy. She was thanking many guys as they complimented her on how she looked. We were living out a fantasy and she was as excited as me. She later told me her pussy was soaking wet. Fighting was for men, cultivating was for women, and the second didn’t matter to them… ‘We will dig the canal anyway,’ our Colonel said, ‘And then we will see.’ ‘Okay,’ the two chiefs said, satisfied: ‘And we will fight for it too.’ At that point, we just kicked them out of our camp. I visited Gialalaxi small hospital. There was an Italian civilian missionary there, working alone. She was a professional nurse who spent all her life in Africa, mostly in Senegal. She was disgusted. ‘You see that.