If we set up the guns at the tunnel entrance, we could even the odds up, even if just a little and do it from a relatively safe place. Some of those b...stards were going to fly right over us as they approached the naval base.The General agreed to ride with us, and I had a young corporal load all the ammo and the three .50 caliber machine guns into the three quarter ton truck.Everywhere on the base people were waking up and trying to make some sense of the attack. I HAD to get up that mountain. It was really tight, and I was unable to enter, so I spat on my dick and tried to enter again. I was able to insert my dick a little inside, and she was crying loudly, “Aaaaaaaaahhhhh, dard ho rahahai, Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh..Aaaaaaahhhhhh.”My doorbell rang again and I was scared now. I thought that someone had heard her voice and come to see what was happening. I immediately stopped fucking the sexy Punjabi woman Surabhi and ran to the door.I looked through the keyhole. It was Rooby. I opened the. Jack didn’t see what she had done. When she served him his dish I watched carefully to see if she stroked his cock but she didn’t. Then each time she made a new serving to me or took a dish away, if Jack was not looking, she gave my cock a nice little stroke. By about the third time she did this, the damn thing was as hard as a rock. The tablecloth kept it from Jack’s view even though the tip of my penis peeked up over the edge of the table when it was fully hard. But Jack never noticed. He. “But I think we have to wait!”“Oh, I suppose,” I replied with feigned disappointment.“You know there is a simple answer for that, Mishka! We can ask Father Herman or Father Nicholas for a betrothal ceremony, and then we can do anything we want! We could have a VERY wonderful birthday celebration!”“I don’t believe your dad would accept betrothal as sufficient to share your bed!”“No, he wouldn’t,” she sighed. “And you are not ready to ask.”“Does that upset you greatly?”“No. I wish it were.