’ He kissed me again. Softly at first, then his lips pulled on mine. His tongue slipped inside my mouth and his arms tightened around me. By the tim... he lifted his lips from mine I was moaning from the power of that kiss. ‘I love you too Bridget.’ There was a teasing sparkle in his eyes and he added. ‘Now then, don’t you think you’re a little overdressed for this reunion?’ I realized he was wearing only a pair of dark blue boxers and they were doing nothing to stifle the swelling I felt against. I must admit I thought I looked exquisite with that little jewel sticking naughtily out of my butt. I could see it winking at me provocatively as the table lamps left little catchlights in the cut glass. I felt like a right slut now and to prove it I opened my legs as far as I could and fingered my soaking, sticky vagina.Yes, that looked great, and I would have loved to have had someone with me taking rude photographs or a video so that I could look back on this special evening in the distant. Its so much for you but its so nice you don't want it to stop. You can feel his cock tickling your g-spot. This is so good it makes your legs weak. He keeps fucking you hard, all the time you have to look at me, getting my cock sucked and looking back at you. Your climax begins to build again. it starts in your toes and builds up, reaching up your thighs. You can't take much more, you're ready to burst. Just as you are about to explode, the stranger stops. You are desperate to cum, so you push. “Anyway, six trucks and a Jeep, looked to be an officer. We had one convoy and then another about an hour later. That one stopped and everybody got out and had a piss call on the side of the road. I didn’t get a good count, but it looked like a short company, pure infantry. Lots of AKs, not much else.”Great! I had two companies of Sandinista infantry in the area, and that meant at least a battalion around us.I looked back down at the road map. The road we were on wasn’t marked, although Santa.