Still, if I was in Afghanistan, there was a chance I might stumble across some friendlies. There were a lot of people living here who didn't like the ...aliban, or groups like Al Qaeda. Empty villages like the one I'd been kept in weren't unknown, and the people who were forced out would resent it.No, my only real hope was finding a village and asking for help. They would either turn me back over to the insurgents ... in which case I would be killed ... or they would help me. But if I kept. As my rhythm got crazier and I was getting close she pulled my shirt off and forced me to stop and just held me in place, telling me she never wanted this to end. I rolled us over and put her on top then she pulled off her sweater and her naked breasts were soon warming on top me. We started to move in the ancient rhythms that only true lovers know. She sat up and I sucked her breast, warming one as the other cooled and alternated as our rhythm moved on. She started to moan as I bit on her. She sighed contentedly as she felt his arms wrap around her and she pushed her buttocks into him, sighing again at the stirring her movement illicited from his groin. He responded by pressing his hardening shaft against her smooth, firm cheeks, his hand sliding down to cup her large, firm breast, his fingers scissoring her nipple as it stiffened in arousal. She reached behind, wrapping her slender fingers around his hard penis. He groaned into her neck, his free hand slipping down to the thong. “What about me?” I whine. “I have a cunt full of cum, and it’s not going to last all day. I need to get fucked right now, you guys can go over the introductions later!”“That’s our ambassador of good will,” Sonia chuckles. “Always wants to know what’s in it for her.”“I know what’s in it now, and I know what I want it replaced with!” I answer.I suddenly realize how much it means to me to have Carl fucking another man’s cum out of my pussy. Originally I thought of it as Carl’s kink, I enjoyed.