.. sir... oooo... sir."Helen asked, "Like it, Lucy?" Yes, yessss... oh god... it's goood... yes, Helen... I like it very much." Do you want more?" YES..." Then tell my husband what you want him to do." Sir, sir... I want more, sir."Helen told her husband, "Harry, help her to have some fun... slip your tongue inside her cunt and move it."Even as he licked her cunt, Harry asked, "May I Lucy? May I tongue the inside of your cunt?" Yes, sir... please, sir..." The wild sexual arousal emboldened Lucy. She opened the fridge and found a small pack of sweetened curry lying on the shelf, boneless chicken legs in a neat plastic container, potato, carrots and other vegetables filled the large drawer in the bottom. There is also a small pack of rice as well. Familiar with household chores, Anu feels more comfortable as she begins to wash rice, slicing potatoes, chopping fresh vegetables into manageable pieces, but she was ever aware that her pussy, aroused, persistently dripping juice down her. The guy shouting was Rick, my brother. We were twins, both 5 ft 11", short, close crop hair, and eyes of emerald green. We had girls falling at our feet, but we were too kind to take them as we would never see the poor honeys again.Anyway, back to the story.Whoops and cheers met with this cry, hands patting my back and shaking my hand. I suddenly realised just where the fuck we were."EVERYONE, BACK TO YOUR LINES, WE'RE STILL ON A BATTLEFIELD HERE!" Everyone looked around, as if they were. The rush of marijuana to the brain was not as welcome as it normally was, but it helped him to relax."Kif from the Rif," explained Omar's other friend. "Good stuff!" Allah be praised!" agreed Hamid with a grin, passing it on to Omar.The four of them sat together in the shade of the café, surrounded by the sound of Algerian rai, while a television burbled, ignored, in the corner where a newscaster was detailing some atrocity or other that the Israelis had perpetrated in Palestine.Hamid's mind.