What were they going to do? Nothing, he thought until the grenades started falling from the sky. It wasn’t that they killed so many men, but the fal...ing grenades did cause his army to scatter off the road. One grenade did hit a truck, and that had caused a major delay. Each raid by the mosquitoes was an irritating delay in his march on the capital. It cost time for his men to regroup and get moving again.His men had fired upon the little planes, finally bringing one of them down on the third. And I could see that he was hard on when he came back with our drinks.Shortly afterwards a small group of 3 men sat at the table next to us. A few strong looks despite my husband's presence, and I send them back. I then stare one of the 3 men in the eye and smile at him. I decide to go to the bathroom and tell my husband loud enough for the men next door to hear me. When I got up, I gave them a clear look and highlighted my fat ass under their noses and I didn't fail to get my fat butt to swing. Minutes later I was on my way to his house to enjoy sucking a nice hard safe seven-inch cock while his wife was out of town for the weekend.Imagine my surprise when he opened the door, wearing only a white robe with apparently nothing underneath it. Surprise, maybe shock. Before me stood a handsome 6'3" black man who was in perfect shape. "Hey man, I've never done this before with a guy and I'm sorry if I didn't tell you I was black. Is that okay with you?" He sounded sincere and a bit shy in. Tightness in the throat and a fluttering in the stomach marked thedifference between this and dressing for work. Normally I put on women'sgarments, now I adorned my body.With practiced hands I clipped the brassiere around my waist and turningit slipped my breasts into the cups and adjusted the straps over myshoulders. The change in weight was welcome, the pressure comforting andwarm. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on lacy black panties withenough control to keep me tucked away. Slowly.