She clearly likes it, I told myself. She needs it. “Okay, then.” I gave her a taste.She melted in bliss -- eyes closed, head back, big smile. “M...m, mmm,” she moaned from my licks, as if I were giving her a luxury massage. The more I slid over her slick lips and throbbing clitoris, the more she dripped on my face. Leah sure was right about my tongue skills; I had to grip our girl by the hips because she was bucking around so much. Soon, she was flushed all over, panting in-out-in-out. My full. The other one was actually kind of hot.You normally don’t find Western women who are obviously that attractive out alone in a third world tire fire like Afghanistan. That is, unless they have gotten acculturated. The social vibe in that Muslim country can be very intimidating for females.And I didn’t have to be a clairvoyant to know which one I was going end up with. But HEY – this was Afghanistan. So any port in a storm.I have never approached a woman sitting at a bar in my life. I just don’t. "She gave me her most radiant smile at that. I was now able to distinguish the love for her from the love for Jarielle. While they were the same in many respects, Sharon possessed qualities that Jarielle hadn't. Jarielle was Setian. She would have accepted the Crusade against Mankind, at first. Sharon wouldn't, had she been in our shoes. She would have fought for peace above all else.We left after checking out and made Olympia in a few hours. It was easy to close my eyes and concentrate to find. Horrified at this act of clemency and compassion, I sobbed into her breast. She cradled me in her arms, gently rocking me. After a while, I was in a position to actually engage once again. “Tony, why does it matter what I think?” I stared mutely at the floor, desperately eager for this hellish nightmare to go away. Maintaining that same, deadpan tone of voice, Claire continued. “And if I asked you to spank me, what would your reaction be?” I moaned pitifully, and violently shook my head like.