By grace of God, I got a stable and decent salary and been lucky enough to work in my native home town.I am 32 and my wife is 27. Ours was an love cum...arranged marriage and both the families were happy with this alliance. My wife is good looking. Fair, smooth skin . I am 5\’10 but she was 5’2 . There was a bit of height difference, for which sometimes I pulled and joked about it. She is am amazing woman, and took care of my mom and dad just like her. the best striking feature was her hair. I. With my hand on his manhood I started kissing him very passionate, after a while of kissing each other, he sits me on the barber's chair and with a very naughty smile on his face, he starts unbuttoning my blouse while calling me, BEAUTIFUL with his sweet Italian sound, he opens my blouse lifting my bra, starts moaning with pleasure as he starts caressing my tits and sucking my hard nipples very gently, I m giggling calling him, naughty old man as he lifts my skirt, pulling my panties down and. I sat and resumed eating like I wasn’t feeling a hole in my stomach. Bethany looked between Mark and me like she’d just figured something out. Crap! He joined us at the kitchen table, sitting between me and Joe.Seeing Mark again had me agitated and confused. I had to admit that remembering his rough skin and knowing touch had me slicked up. Of course, Bethany’s softer kisses had me going as well. Bethany was on my left giving Mark an appraising look. On my right, Mark was oblivious to Bethany. “You were with the women that fought on the ridge?”I nodded again.He said something and one of the men stood up, picked up two well-worn Mosin-Nagant rifles from a pile, fired them into the ground until they were empty and thrust one at each of us, along with an empty bandolier.“Timur will guide you to the lines. As long as you have rifles that have been fired, but no ammunition, and you tell them you fell back to find more bullets, they will not shoot you.”So it was; when we reached the lines,.