Her long fingers were totally wet.Then she started to plunge her fingers into her pussy. Two fingers in deep. She moved them in and out as she rubbed ...er clit with the other hand.My cock was as hard as a rock, throbbing in my jeans. I couldn't take my eyes off her curvy body, her black thong at her ankles.She started fingering and rubbing harder and faster. Tipping her head back as she took a deep breath in. Pushing her hips up towards her hand as she pressed down, rubbing her clit. Pushing her. Behind the bar, a rather bored looking woman was washing some beer mugs. John decided that he stood a better chance of getting a little conversation if he sat at the bar.Just after seating himself, a strong callused hand came down on his shoulder. John turned and looked at the individual standing next to him. He was a rather large man in his late twenties or early thirties. His skin was tanned dark from many hours of working in the sun. He wore the blue jeans, boots, work shirt, and huge belt. "He jumps out of the truck with a first aid kit in his hand and offers, "Let me help."Taking off tactical gear is like peeling an onion - there's layer after layer after layer. We take off the body armor, I look at the ceramic plate and swear, "Son of a bitch! That's the last good plate I have."I take off my shirt, then my t-shirt, the driver shines a light on me and says, "Damn that must hurt."I start pulling out the slivers of ceramic plate and say, "I've had worse." Then I chuckle and add,. Now it was just us. She and me. Looking at each other. For a second, we let the moment sink in. But not for long.I quickly pushed her towards the door, her back facing the locked doors, and brought her pallu down. She was wearing this light green saree and a black blouse. Stunning combination. I placed my hands on her big fucking white tits with dark brown nipples. She wasn’t wearing any bra.I was very passionately kissing her on the lips. We were also exchanging the saliva of the tongue and.