‘What are we listening for?’ Julie said. ‘Man.’ We listened again. Nothing but mother nature at rest and at peace with herself. Julie squeezed...my fingers. ‘You are man. I am woman. The world is ours alone.’ I laughed. ‘Yeah. Out here it seems that way. Come on, let’s be on our way.’ Another couple of miles and we could see the loch ahead of us. A mile or so further and we were walking alongside it. I began to look for somewhere to stop, and finally spied a tiny little meadow. It couldn’t have. Being aware that we are in a public place, we continue to sip our wine and I feel your hand sliding up my leg to my inner thigh. My sudden intake of breath brings a calming comment from you as you tell me to just relax; no one can see us.Your hand moves closer to that tiny warm triangle at the end of my thigh and I hear you moan in appreciation as you realize I'm not wearing any panties. Your fingers find my wetness and one finger slides easily into me as the waiter approaches to fill our wine. I was more than a little surprised when the operative I had nicknamed Karl the Killer answered him.The Brit whispered, "For some reason Colonel Martin liked your nick names. He adopted them as operational names for this operation." Damn, I had no idea I was so well liked," I said."You aren't universally liked. Just like everyone else, you have admirers and detractors," he added."I guess the trick is to screw more of the higher ups," I said with a laugh.The Brit just smiled and shook his. I was in my room, Jacking off to a video of her and sniffing her panties. She peeked inside my room and saw me Jerking off my huge cock. I had a 9 inch cock. She was going to confront me but when she watched me and it made her wet. Her hand moved into her pants and she started to finger herself. She was resting against the door when she lost her balance and ended up falling at my doorstep. She scared me, i was caught red handed but i tried to pin it on her that why didnt she knock before coming.