” came his reply. Again a surge of adrenaline rushed through me at these words and pulling my panties to one side, in order to gain better access, I...wanked my excited cunt even harder, smiling and licking the corner of my lips with my tongue, which elicited another “Fucking Hell” from John.Suddenly the phone rang, stopping us both in our tracks.“Don’t answer it!” I pleaded.But on looking at the number on the display, John mouthed “Sorry!” and picked up the receiver. It was his wife. I could. She was a machine. It was hot. I started with a beer and she started with the shots. She already had two shots before she turned her attention toward me."Have a shot with me!" Fine..."We downed Tequila that made me shiver a little bit. She noticed, and gave me a kiss on the lips. She loved to slip her tongue inside my mouth, so I returned the favor. I was super horny and ready to go. So was she, because her hands were at the bottom of my shirt and she was taking it off.Right then and there we. Our soldiers have a rifle considerably superior to these,’ he said, indicating the captured rifles. He went to the door and called a guard. The rifleman came in and gave a sharp present arms. The kukri on his web belt clearly identified him as a Ghurkha. The Prince told him to stand easy. He let the British officers stare for several moments at the rifle in the soldier’s hands, before resuming the conversation, ‘This is a Cartwright .303 rifle. It holds 10 rounds of smokeless-powder. He made me face him afterwards and started fucking me with my legs wrapped around his waist. I took in his satisfied and cocky expression as he towered above me, clearly proud of having conquered me. Visible drops of sweat started to roll down his neck and stain the shirt he was wearing. Wasting no time, he ripped his long sleeves and pants off, leaving only his tie on before he continued to pound into me. I took in his ripped muscles and arms with visible satisfaction and approval. I like how.