The furniture is not particularly modern, I’ve always liked the Scandinavian white wood furniture that was in fashion a while back. White that is m... colour, although I’m told white means the absence of colour. White furniture, white walls, white covers on my bed, the clean, pure colour of white that helps banish the darkness and defilement I feel within. The walls of my office are white, but I must endure the walnut desk with its dark leather chair since I inherited them from the previous. Never share a foxhole with someone braver than you are.If your attack is going really well, it's an ambush.No plan survives the first contact intact.All five second grenade fuses will burn down in three seconds.Try to look unimportant because the bad guys may be low on ammo.If you are forward of your position, the artillery will fall short.The enemy diversion you are ignoring is the main attack.The important things are always simple.The simple things are always hard.The easy way is always. This exposed her ass to these strange sets of eyes and I stuck my tongue down her throat while caressing her tits and ass. My wife jumped when she felt another set of hands on her bare legs and noticed that someone had slipped into the seat beside her. I had waved the younger man from the row in front of us over to that seat and he quickly complied.I broke off the kissing and told my wife to sit back. I looked over at the stranger then down at his hand as he ran it up her thigh, over her hips. As soon as she reached me, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom, closing the door behind us.Fuck me! Now! I held her hand and moved towards the bed. No. I don’t want to make love, I want you to take me! This was a side of my wife that I very seldom saw. I pushed her back onto the bed and spread her legs, bending them at the knee as I did so. Tugging the crotch of her panties to one side, I placed the tip of my cock between the soft wet lips of her labia and plunged into her with.