She chose one of them and went to it.“No waitress service on Wednesday nights,” Herb called over to her.“Make it a gin and tonic,” she called ...ack.She returned to the bar to pick up her drink. She paid Herb and went back to the table. She didn’t know how long she would be waiting for Cal. It didn’t matter, she was happy.“For a drab kind of guy, Cal is sure full of surprises,” she thought.She wondered what would have happened if she hadn’t offered to meet Cal at the bar. What if she had accepted. Then her hand ran lightly up my slit from the vagina to the clit on the lacy material. "Oh my god" she said "you are so wet". I hadn't got wet before, well not this much anyway, and put my own hand down there and she was right, there was a wet patch on my crotch and I could feel my whole vulva was damp."Don't worry," she said, "I am very wet too, and this is all very arousing for me too". She kissed me again and this time our mouths were wide open and our tongues were entwined. She held my hand. “Come kiss me,” I said, hungrily.He slid his long, lean body up next to me. He pulled at the straps of my gown until my big tits were out. He put his big, manly hands on them. He slipped his tongue into my mouth. His big dick was rock hard again.His hands were rough on my tits. He kissed me like a man who hadn’t touched a woman in years. It wasn’t an afterglow kissing. It was the kiss of someone who wanted more.Her buried his face in my titties. He kissed each of them.. Naturally, Kamal Qumsiyeh telephoned to warn the Colonel in charge of the barracks about the impending visit.After a formal welcome from the Commanding Officer, a Colonel whose name the Emir promptly forgot, the Emir dismissed him and indicated that the General would be all the escort he needed, apart from the four bodyguards. They walked round one of the barrack huts and the Emir made a desultory inspection commenting on nothing. Basically he was bored and beginning to regret suggesting the.