I guess I do look a bit like one." She smiled. "Why don't you come over for a visit, princess Celestia? I'll make us some tea."Celestia hesitated. "Wh...le I would love nothing better than to spend a little time with you, I have royal duties that need my attention." Just one cup of tea?" Bonnibel smiled. "I have oatmeal cookies. I could even have the Banana Guards fetch up some plain old oats, if you prefer. Heck, some of the Banana Guards are quite ripe, if that's what you prefer."Celestia. “On my cock honey, on my cock,” he moans even louder as I build the tension with a slow countdown. I am not sure who is getting the most pleasure our of this, me or him, as I release slowly, then gush as his flaccid cock becomes very erect. “Let’s see who can last the longest honey,” I tease, holding his gaze as he masturbates for me while I tease my engorged clit with a fingertip. “Do you like watching me fingering myself? Now two fingers? You obviously do honey,” I whisper a few minutes later. While the black guy was groping the girl, my cock got a little excited, but finally my cock got up when I heard the Russian speech from the blonde. At this moment, my thoughts flew away somewhere, I felt an incredible excitement. His hand reached into his pants. Such a juicy beautiful and young Russian blonde melted in the rough hugs and indecent kisses of this African. Almost without remembering myself, I looked around, and none of the passers-by was already gone, but at this moment I didn't. I was in casts for two months and then had to do another month of physical therapy. We might not see Santiago again until Thanksgiving or Christmas.”“Shit!” was the universal response.In any event, that was for the future. That afternoon, after the memorial service, Brigade sent down an investigation team from Baghdad, to figure out what had happened at Al Qasra. Any action where you lose four soldiers and put two more into the hospital long term was considered significant, and not in a good.