A real woman, not the peasant woman that worked the fields and struggled to get by. No, a different kind of woman. A woman that she hadn't been since ...he had been widowed. A woman that lay down with her man. She felt the finger rub circles. Her body answered the pleasurable feeling with little twitches coming from deep inside her. Inside, where the hand, where the man that this hand belonged to, was about to protrude. She felt herself getting wet at the thought. And he felt it too. On his. I loved it: the easy comradeship, the secrecy, and the sheer bloody gut wrenching excitement of it all.A four-man unit had been sent out to Afghanistan, yet again, to capture a much wanted Taliban leader who'd so far managed to evade the green army. We caught up with him and his gang of ruthless cutthroats.It was during our exfiltration that we were caught in a well-planned cross-fire from two groups of Taliban fighters. Scotty, my corporal and best mate, died instantly, I went down with a. ”“Pity,” Oscar said with a shrug of his shoulders. He added, “I was hoping that you would teach me how to do that.”“I’ll be more than happy to teach you all about it, though.”“Great.”“You are Oscar Meyers,” the elderly man said. His tone conveyed equal parts of statement and question.“Yes. I take it you are Prajak,” Oscar replied looking at the piece of paper on which he had written the name of the man under whom he was to study.“It is customary to address a monk who has been ordained for more. After several minutes he removed his cock and rolled me over on my knees.I arched my ass in the air and placed my head on the floor. He slid his thick cock back into me and started fucking me a little harder. His balls were now slapping my clit with each thrust. I was in heaven as he continued his assault on my sweet pussy. He placed his thumb on my asshole and slowly worked it in. This drives me crazy with sensation.I slammed back against each stroke wanting his cock deeper. In my mind, I.