...It was hot by day and cold by night. That's the way it always seemed to be in Afghanistan. I was in a tent, sort-of-sleeping all the time. I'd swea... through the daytime, sweating so much I couldn't seem to get any rest. Then the sun would go down and I'd be so cold, I didn't get much rest then either.Every few whiles, I'd have a vision of the camper stopping. Everybody would pour out single file through its little door: ten SEALs Carolyn, and Arti. Io would stay with the Humvee of course.. No pussy fuck, we were short of time and she wanted me in her ass. One of the things I loved best about her (besides the fact that she was a ginger and shaved her lips but wore a flaming red bush) she loved it best when I fucked her ass. So I lubed up my cock and began to slide into her. I always love sliding into an ass, the texture so much different than a pussy, and add the nasty factor and “Mmmm” So slid my cock deep into her ass. I grabbed her hips and fucked her good. We humped like. The last one was so intense and prolonged that Fulava had lost contact with the world for few minutes. PAST: On that fateful evening at her home, weak tired and disheveled Fulava had shamelessly thrown her arms around his neck and continued chanting ‘Don’t leave me, Pyare. Mujhe apani daasi bana lijiye lekin chodiye mat (Make me your servant but do not abandon me). Embarrassed to see his own daughter making love, Mangal Sinh took up the task of dispersing the crowd. When Fulava settled in. She only knew that she felt compelled to give her best to it. She finished playing. She had done so flawlessly. He stood. The toothy grin was gone, replace by a sincere and pleasant expression. ‘Thank you. That was really nice. You did that so well. I appreciate it. I’ve taken a lot of your time. I should go now.’ She felt suddenly remorseful. She had played the piece to expose him. She would embarrass him in his ignorance so that he would cease bothering her. Now, she suspected that she might.