He took a different tack. Moving back between her legs, he leaned forward and ran his hot tongue over her smooth; flat belly, into her perfect navel, ...hen on down into the mesh of soft, curly blonde hair above her juicy cunt. She quivered.“Mmmmmmm, like a bed of roses,” he sighed as he pressed his nose into her beaver and inhaled deeply. “You don’t know what a precious little cunt you’ve got there, baby. But you know what it’s for when I get through with. Both returned to undressing themselves in silence, whilst I turned my attention to Alec. "So young Alec!" I began, "You like wearing fine female clothing!" he nodded. "Well show me to your bedroom? So I can see what other female clothing you have!" I demanded. I turned to Eleanor and Andrea and said, "You two fucking sluts; in the living room and both of you on the floor on your hands and knees with your head touching the floor. Who betide you if I find you have so much as touched each. Down towards your calf’s again her hands went. Each time rising a little higher until eventually arriving at the material of your panties. Her body moving to the side of the bed and her crutch in line with the side of your head, you turned your head sideways and caught a glimpse of the split in her white uniform . this revealed a clear view of her white knickers underneath. Continuing to caress your body , her hand now moving over your knickers she without hesitation slipped cautiously a hand. He reapplied it, but the moustache wouldn’t remain in place.“Shit, my moustache won’t stick to me because of my whiskers! What do we do?” He feared.“I don’t know!” Jenny cried.There was no time to do anything as the Ivory Coast border guard motioned Scott up next to him. “I thought we’d be stopped by the Ghanaian border guard not the Ivory Coast military first,” he complained.“Passeports s’il vous plaît,” “Passports please,” the guard asked, holding out his right hand. Scott inspected the AK 47.