I told him that I was a bodyguard now and quite happy. He said that a lot of our lads were doing that nowadays.Anyway the conversation got round to wh... I was around this area, I told him I was looking for some Sari lengths for a present for a friend's Pakistani cook."You'll get ripped off," Nanda the Bengali said, "These buggers will see you are as green as grass and sell you the cheapest material, what type do you want?" Christ I thought a sari was a sari, I didn't know there were different. "Hey, Big Man... I was wondering if I can ask you something?" Daisy said, dressed, showing her cleavage generously."What is it?" Why am I your favorite?" Daisy said, biting her lip.He looked into her eyes. They went through so much together. He hired her first in high school and after he bought the club. Milo had feelings for her. She knew it. Milo crept closer to her. But he couldn't do it. Against every animalistic tendency in his body, he fought the urge."Why? This."Milo kissed her. Oh god.....YES!....FUCK!!!"Angie squirted all over Steve's cock just as he erupted a torrent of jizz inside of her. He continued to thrust and forced both of their ejaculate to cover my face. They screamed in unison as they continued to spill their loads on me. Angie could no longer hold her weight and she collapsed on me. Steve popped his gorgeous member out and squeezed the tip to extract the last of his load. I wiped the cum from my eyes and opened them. Angie's swollen, red pussy was inches. As I hadn,t established an account with the base credit union I hadn,t bought a car yet so caught a ride with two fellow airmen that worked my same shift to a well known bar on the outskirts of town and soon joined in the drinking the local brew Bitburger Pils beer. I found it easier to get along with the locals as I spoke German well as it was my second language in America. This particular night I,d become friendly with a fellow named Horst Engels who was there with two stunning females.