I will meet a stranger…thrills went down my back…his hands were down my back…my hands rubbing his back and down…”Who can explain it? Who ca... tell you why?” Those beautiful words of the song…and our hands on each other: who can explain it? Not the words but the feelings, just now, in the wilderness, in Paradise…the sacred falls…his hands on my back…I shouldn’t…I wouldn’t…but I was…I was hot…his terribly hot hands on me…stroking, stroking…I didn’t know what would happen next but they did.He. Jorge and Ben passed the time bullshitting. Jorge regaled Ben with tales from the Border Patrol, and tried to steer the conversation away from opportunities for a young soldier to lie about his experiences.Jorge won laughing agreement from Ben that the BDU uniform, designed as it was to break up a human silhouette in the field, was distinctly unflattering to the female form. Therefore, anyone who looked good in BDUs had to be fucking beautiful."Sparks, she looks good in her BDUs, don't she,. And her grip on my head tightened, she didn’t want me to move away from her (by now)wet/slippery cunt area. She later might have realised that how eager i am to eat a pussy. Yes here i must admit that i love eating pussy maybe because i think that more we give to our sex partner, the greater we get in return) while the tip of my tongue played on her clit, my middle finger found it’s way through her vagina i sent it as deep as it could penetrate.. I could clearly feel then that she was about to. No two kisses are exactly the same, except, perhaps, for little pecks.” They shared a slightly longer kiss, after which, she said, “That was better, however even softer. This time, just hold your lips loose in the same ... posture. I’ll be changing how I hold my lips on yours. Feel those changes, but don’t change how you hold yours, however, take in what those different postures feel like to you. Are some more interesting than others? Do any feel weird or tickle or ... or whatever? I’ll take it.