She felt a lust for his body as she marveled at his muscles tensed in his hips and thighs, crouched over the hearth. He then pulled off his cloak hang...ng it on a hook over the fire. His skin was deliciously wet from the rain as well, having pulled in most of the firewood before the downpour. Dalila could smell the woodsy musk saturating his skin. She felt a longing deepen as he removed his shirt to reveal the toned muscles in his chest and abdomen. His pants hung low on his waist, barely. "What's your real name,anyway?" I asked. "It's Bob!" she barked and held her throbbing temples.Over the rest of the drive, Bob went through being angry at me for havinggotten her out of her filthy, sopping clothes (I pointed out that she'dpossibly have died of hypothermia if I hadn't) and then being angry that Iknew her secret, and then just generally angry for the rest of the trip.Finally, about a half-hour from home, she said "Fuck! Just fucking fuck!" What now?" I asked, tired of being in a. Early the next day the two A10s took off heading east to the coordinates on their flight maps. A firing range had been set up fifty miles into the desert for them.Robert spotted the vehicles of the support team first, then as the range shortened the target, a 45 gallon oil drum. It was in the centre of two black circles each two meters apart. After recognising the target and being given the all clear from the support team’s radioman, he banked preparing for his firing run.Selecting a twenty. I went with linear, back and forth, strokes rather than circles. Bailey moved with me as I rubbed her clit. She groaned, moaned, and finally screamed. Her ass quivered as she came. I wrapped an arm around her waist, pressed down on her clit, and rubbed harder."NO!" Bailey yelled. She tried to escape but I was holding her too tightly. Bailey lost control of her body, convulsing as I called another orgasm out of her.She sobbed softly when her body came down from the pleasure. I grabbed a towel to.