"Gracias," I said smiling as I wiped my cum away."You're welcome. It was our pleasure. Do you do this up here every day?"I laughed and told them, "No,...just today." Would you come to our apartment tomorrow, do it for us?" she asked.Now I haven't told you what these two women looked like. Obviously they were Hispanic descent and they were both fairly short. The older one I figured might be in her mid-forties, maybe even fifty. She had dark hair, of course, and a more tan complexion than the. “Oh, yes, right there, that’s so good.”“How do I say ‘come’ in German?” I asked. “Do you want me to come inside your fotze again?”“Wichse,” she replied. “And yes, please wichse in my fotze.”“Maybe I can lick and taste your fotze, too,” I whispered. “Lick you and finger you, taste your sweet juices again.”“Oh, god,” she moaned. “You are getting me so hot! I want you to lick me, to suck me ... Oh yes!”She cried out, and her body started shaking and jerking. I held her tightly against my body,. The first had ended when I was wounded and I only had a couple of months left on this tour. I was a combat soldier and my first year had been on several forward combat bases. I was a senior sergeant now and had a platoon of Clar volunteers. The lieutenant was Clar but from the southern border area.His family had been one of those that had crossed and given us a warning. All of the Clar in the battalion had one thing in common. They hated the Rus and Nees and despised the Clar still fighting us.. You played a good game and won it fairly.’ I looked at Vanessa again and my heart tightened in my chest. This was probably going to be the hardest part of the day. ‘Vanessa I’m sorry but you’re going to have to leave. I’ll give you some time to pack up your stuff.’ ‘Carson? What do y’all mean sweetie? If your still mad about what happened I truly am sorry honey. It was jus’ business, I never wanted to hurt you.’ I sighed and shook my head, ‘I’m not mad Van’. Hurt and disappointed yes, but the.