It’s called the General Service Medal. I did a tour, but it was spread across three war zones. My unit spent six months consecutively in one war zon... or another, so they wanted to give us a theatre medal, but we didn’t qualify for any.”“Where were you,” Moira asks“We started in the Gulf of Oman, in a support role for the Afghan War. Technically Afghanistan is landlocked, but it was considered part of the same war zone. We also spent some time in the Yemeni and Somali Civil Wars. I suppose we. She told me that she wanted to go as far as I did and besides, Shelly would be disappointed if I did not do something for her. I then gave my wife a one-arm hug, unsnapped her bra through her blouse, reached down with my other hand, and started to undo her pants. I slipped my hand down her pants, rubbed, and then looked at Mike who was now moving closer. I reached out, grabbed Mike’s arm, pulled him even closer, moved his hand down toward my wife’s open pants, and placed his hand onto her still. While she was talking, she got flushed and I asked her if it gave her any ideas. Joan said, "The idea of flashing my tits at a lot of strange men is very exciting. It makes me very hot." That night, we had hot sex at the hotel. I was talking about her flashing her tits and meeting some guy and wildly fucking him. Joan responded by grunting and talking dirty. "Look at my tits. look at my cunt. Ohhh, look at meee." We both came violently. We hugged, smiled at each other and drifted to sleep. On. .” Sabhi tarah ki chudai karo meri tum. Kehate huye wo mere kapde kholne lagi.. Pant shirt sab nikal diya.. Mera lund underwear me fula hua tha , wah use underwear ke uper se hi sahla rahi thi . Mera lund khada hona chalu ho gaya. Uske haath ne mere lundko aur meri gotiyonko sehlana jari rakha tha.mera lund underwaer me pura tan chukka tha. Usne ek tambu bana diya tha aur azadi paneke liye machal raha tha. Fir wo meri underwear utarane lagi. Mai bhi uska sath dete hue apni gand thodi upar.