“Tell me, General Defarge, why did Napoleon Bonaparte invade Egypt?”During the previous discussion, Defarge had been on his feet, gesticulating to...make his point as only a Frenchman could. He now sat down, a look of astonishment on his face.“Your question is completely unexpected.” He rubbed his chin, and then repeated my question quietly to himself. ‘Why did Napoleon Bonaparte invade Egypt?’“Why indeed? I was a lowly lieutenant in those days, English, and not privy to the thoughts of the great. He pushed his hips forward as her hand guided him between her lips until he could feel the wetness inside. As she felt him penetrate her tight tunnel her hand released his shaft, her fingers gripping the sheets as he pushed deeper into her. She moaned softly as his stiff cock filled her and his hand moved across her breasts, stroking both her nipples while his free hand slid down over her flat stomach and into her panties. His finger moved down until he could feel his own shaft as it thrust. We debated on what would be off-limits for discussions. The debate was short-lived as we all agreed everything would be on the table.What about “sex?” I asked. Everyone looked at each other before responding.“What is sex?” Jane asked. I knew and everyone else knew she was being facetious, or at least we hoped so, since she was married like the rest of us.“Think dildo,” Joanne joked.Jane blushed and replied,“Oh! I don’t do those things.”Sex talk was now on the table.The group stayed quiet for a. My whole body burned with need.I stripped silently, eagerly imagining the feel of her, the heat of her as I shed my clothing and exposed my hard, lean body. My skin was smooth over tough muscles, my penis was fully erect, a proudly jutting staff, large, thick, throbbing and eager to mate. I stepped into the water, not even noticing it's coolness, and swam silently toward the falls.When the hand closed over her ankle, she sat up with a strangled scream, one arm crossed over her breasts. She saw.