No secrets, no shame, no masks or half-truths. There was nothing that we could not explore, as long as we explored it together. After every session I ...lways came away with a feeling of exhilaration, and a deeper understanding. The decision to separate was mine, and mine alone. It was an extremely hard decision, taken for entirely selfish reasons, when faced with a loss that I could not bear to contemplate – the loss of my children’s love and respect. In parting, I was not the least bit fair to. My husband spat on his hand and played with my pussy. He put my juices on my puckered asshole and slowly entered my asshole. “Jesus! You’re so tight. Fucking hell.” Peter pushed his cock inside of my asshole. His cock was stretching my asshole, which made me grunt and scream. “Tell me to fuck you hard!" “Please fuck my asshole. Fuck me faster and harder.” Peter pushed his cock into my asshole and began fucking me. It hurt a bit, while he moved inside of myself. My tits were shaking to the. He was now trying to push his fingers also from behind to touch her pussy from the sari only and I think it would not be difficult for him as she had already stretched her legs for the man sitting in from of him. Now 2 guys were enjoying her, one from front and other from the back.Like me another young guy of around 17 yrs was standing on her left was noticing all this. He found it to be the right time and just got involved in this pleasure game. He was standing just next to her so it was not. Half an hour later, a message came down reporting that the Afghans were retreating, with bodies draped over horses. They waited until the Cleft was lit with daylight. A rifleman went to scout the end of the Cleft, returning to say it was clear. They then began the gruesome job of clearing up. David stood by the re-lit cook fire drinking tea while the men stripped the bodies of valuables, weapons and ammunition. Horses were brought and bodies draped over them and led away. Eventually Sultar.