’ But for him it had already lasted far too long as he realized, ‘Many more will die… and the soil will become even darker before it’s over.�... That thought had made him yearn for home, which in turn once more triggered his memory of the beginning, when homesickness had been his biggest enemy. But eventually, like everything else, even that yielded to the boredom of the war’s daily grind. ‘How depressing,’ Yargos thought, realizing, ‘it’s to the point that the horrors of battle have become a. .I was feeling as if I was split into two halves…he repeated…again and again with increasing speed…I spread my thighs like an open book…gripped bed rails to withstand his bull like thrusts…Venkat sat between my open thighs like a frog…gripped my buttocks in his large palms and started pounding me…like a human machine…I closed my eyes in pleasure and laid back enjoying his thrusts…’…may I have them madam…’…his request brought me awake…he was intensely looking at my bouncing boobs…as he went on. Sharon was pleased when Roberta took the nipples between her fingers and gently rolled them around. Sharon sighed as an expected pleasure took over her body. Sharon knew that she had Roberta right where she wanted her and Roberta’s hands felt so good on her tits. Sharon felt her pussy getting wet and her pubes stirred as Roberta continued to stroke her tits and diddle her nipples. Sharon shifted slightly and opened her legs slightly. ‘Is this exciting you Sharon? Is my touching your breasts. His eyes flicked to the symbols of servitude on the two religious leaders.Neither of the religious men missed the glance. Curious they rose and followed Oliver from the room. Oscar followed the three of them grateful for the interruption to the discussion. It was getting late and they’d be going to dinner soon. They reached a public room in time to see the beginning of the news coverage.Surprised, Oscar said, “That’s William Redman Carter.”“I wonder what my grandson has gotten into this time,”.