Mengstrom. I'm a new tech writer," I said in my soft, fairlypassable woman's voice.She smiled, instantly old-world gracious. "I've heard of you. Welco...e toM.I. I hope you like it here."We spoke for a few minutes, mainly small talk and current events. Sheknew I was a man, but she treated me as if I were the person I pretendedto be. Gradually, other Mengstroms came closer and conversed, and somewatched. When I began to get nervous at the attention, they backed away,nonetheless, I had the sense. Soon, however, she pushed me back. She stood us up and then turned away and bent over. Giving me a wonderful view of her ass. "Take me from behind," she told me. I carefully slid into her warm wet pussy, pleasure streamed out from my groin as she engulfed me. Soon I was thrusting with eager abandon, and enjoying every deep wet stroke. Every stroke felt like I would climax but I didn't. It was awesome. We were both moaning in pleasure when we fell over sideways into a tangle of brush. Diomede. If she had known how good she looked, things might have followed differently, but everything was just as it was.Passing the striped pole that has been the symbol of the barber's trade for centuries, she pushed open the door and stepped inside. A small bell rang, and the aging barber who owned the shop looked briefly up from his work, before indicating an empty rocking chair and returning to his craft. The elderly man whose few hairs had apparently needed trimming stood up out of the barber's. Once back in Nairobi he wasted no time in gathering the professional hunters together and explaining what was happening in Europe and the fears of an approaching war and the consequences to East Africa. He went on to explain the lack of support in manpower in the event of war. He let the outcries and arguments die before adding that it was going to be a case of helping themselves.“I intend to raise a commando and train them to be an effective fighting force so that we can fight back if we are.